16 Years of Alcohol (2003)
Frankie: I have always had a strange feeling about love, It seemed tricky: Happiness and sadness, ugly and beautiful, real and unreal; One thing I've always known, though, is that I have wanted to be around love, Quietly, not too much, Just enough to make my heart happy
Frankie: Some times for some people, Things don't work out as they might have hoped. Hope is a strange thing, A currency for people who know they're losing. The more fimiliar you are with hope the less beautiful it becomes. This is a story about hope, Hope and desire, A dream of an extraordinary world where Angels watch over you as storm clouds gather. Some times for some people things don't work out as they might have hoped.
Frankie: It feel suddenly as if all the clocks stopped ticking and the world stops moving. That there isn't, the hate, the end, of good. What are you left with? Other than this, thing called hope. I knew all along that I didn't understand it. This was a charade. Not a place where people want things, but a place where people lost, and lost badly."
Frankie: Sometimes, the city takes your heart, and molds it into something, you don't recognize. Something lost. The lost heart. In the city, of hope. Where nothing belongs to you.
Frankie: If everything you had ever ruined fell from the sky at this moment, then the world would be covered in darkness. Is this what you really wanted? Is this the dream? Do you have it now?The shape of your journey, at last you can see it.
Frankie: You don't wake up one day a new person. But you might wake up one day, hear things, in a different way. See things, in a different way. Start to behave, in a different way.
Frankie: There'll always be things that happen that are out of your control. How strange then, that you walk into a world that has nothing to do with you and you know, that somewhere down the line, you might fall. Fall hard. But then, that's the part that's out of your control. You just don't know it's gonna happen
Frankie: People talk about strength at times like this. Strength of character, be strong, be a hero, be a man, say no. Just when you thought it was in your grasp, you find yourself back where you started. Nothing, is ever as easy as people would have you think. Nothing. Vodka. Vodka. Vodka. Where is love, when you need it most? Where is love, when the past begins to leak into your heart? Where is hope? In a hopeless place. The world is silent. The clocks, have stopped ticking. I can see the ship that sailed has sun to the bottom of the sea. I burn. My heart beats the tune that this is not a fantasy, this is real. This, is when you become dizzy with hate.
Frankie: There is a time when you never think of things like survival. Fearless people know that this is something, that cannot last for long. The brave ones know the truth. They know about fear. Sometimes it's not possible to tell people that you're afraid. It just wouldn't help the situation. It's not a good feeling. Fear. Fear. Fear. Sometimes, if you try, things can take a different turn. If your heart, beats in the right way, at least you have a chance.
Frankie: Inside all of us, is something beautiful. Something that wants to say, "hello" to the world. We only want the world to smile back for a moment, and then let it move onto someone else. Well, maybe stay a little longer.
Frankie: This is not the stuff that dreams are made of. Each second here is another education in the art of destruction. The wonder, of hate. There's no heart left here. Only eyes that lie on people that charge through the day. Trying to remember it all began, is not good. All that matters is how it affects you, and the people you care about. That's the real world. You see? How easy is this? Too easy. To stop. They say when a ship sinks the rats float to the top. Some people look forward to that time.