The Parasite | Eminem

09

'NEED MORE BOOST IN THE BEDROOM?
Ask our nurse about L-Arginine shots!'
I've descended into the pits of hell.
Anti-aging shot clinic.
Oh and I guess some libido boosting shots for men...

"Why are you dragging me to this?" I grunt, staring at Leah in her tiny white tube-top and denim miniskirt.
She's wearing a thick leather belt and she's got the black strings of her thong pulled up over her distinct hips.
She's got the bodily composition of a stick, but shit does she know how to dress.

"You insisted to meet me at one when I said two, so you're with me on an errand. Get over it and don't say anything." She already knows that I hate this shit.

"I appreciate that you don't let my views completely consume yours... but fuck do I hate these places. All they do is sell women a dream that isn't achievable. You can't cheat death. You can't cheat aging. Especially not with stupid vitamin shots. Just another way the economy extracts women's insecurities to suck their money from them." I ramble, staring at all the treatment prices on the wall.

'Health is the new wealth'
When wasn't it?
That's the fucking phrase.
It wasn't anything else.
The phrase has always been, health is wealth.
This isn't a new thing.
Fuck.
I need to get out of here before I grab Leah by the belt and tear her out with me.

"I see a difference, so shut up. By the way, the lady is right over there. How was L.A.?" Only Leah can shove that much in one quick jumble.
It never sounds right but I've gotten used to it.

"L.A. was interesting... Marshall got the deal with Interscope." I mumble, not caring much for it in this moment.
I need to get out of here.

"What's that?" She asks, lifting her head from the little notebook she's writing in.

"Dr. Dre's record label... you know... that guy..."

"Oh... uhm, sure. Listen, do you think the world is limited by language?"

"No. The world as we're able to comprehend and explain? Yes."

"Thanks, that's what I was thinking." She murmurs, scribbling something down before slamming the tiny thing shut.

"New novel idea?" I ask curiously, watching the 'nurse' type away on a computer in the corner of the stupid green and white themed room.

"No, I was thinking of doing an essay of sorts first..." Leah wants to be a famous philosopher.
That's her dream.
Without a college education and the help from my book shelf, she's determined.

"Smart." I mumble, watching the woman in green scrubs come up to us with a clipboard.
Bullshitter.
There isn't anything on it.
How much you wanna bet?

"Yep. Ok, my turn, see you in like five minutes." She stands up, straightening the little denim skirt.
I see her ass from my position behind her.
Yep, I appreciate the view.

Ok.
Anyways.
I'm waiting outside.
I can't look at these giant advertisements in here anymore.

***

"Nietzsche wasn't a Nihilist. He distinctly warned against Nihilism." Leah grumbles, tossing some Banana loaf in her mouth.
Ah yeah, I forgot I leant her Beyond Good and Evil.
I'm surprised she understood it.
It's a brain fuck.

"Thank you! That's what pisses me off most when people bring him up... Nietzsche's idealized individual invents his own values and creates the very terms he excels under. This may stem from the pretence that life is meaningless, but it's distinctly different."
We're at some random café on Warren.
Non-specific.
I don't care where I get my coffee from.

If Leah took one lesson from me, it was that nothing is better than small moments that you get everything out of.
Small bits of fulfillment, comfort... not necessarily pleasure but easily confused as such.
One of those things is coffee.
That and I guess a banana loaf slice.