Motion Picture Brent A Fisk This is not a real argument. These words are like the ocean in war movies from the past. You are one of those character actors who always plays the heavy. See how our body doubles tumble and fight? My anger's wig isn't on just right, and your sadness is wearing the wrong blue sweater. You’re leaving, a plot twist I can't quite believe-- the road behind you so blandly sunny. And how do you know where you're going with the steering wheel zipping through your hands, fake palm trees fuzzing out of frame in a rearview mirror that doesn't exist.