The Parasite | Eminem

14

- One Week Later -

"A religious man once asked me what truth was." I mumble before placing the cigarette between my lips.
I inhale intoxication, and for a moment I'd like to sleep.

"He asked you?" Leah asks curious, raising an eyebrow as we hide behind the rolling camera, several feet away.

"I got a beautiful wife, kids and a gorgeous home. What would make me jump in the tub with a cordless phone?" Marshall spits the freestyle on this small New York Hip Hop show.
The walls are covered in posters.
'EMINEM'
'SLIM SHADY LP COMING'

We're back in New York. Didn't take us long, but this time, we're here for longer.
Oh, and Leah tagged along.
I convinced Paul that it would be a good idea.
Someone to keep me occupied as we went from show to show, interview to interview.
'My Name Is' is all over MTV, but the full album hasn't actually been released yet.
It's coming out in two days.

"Yeah, we were talking for hours. Meaning or no meaning? That shit." I utter quietly.

"I'm straight vicious, I hit you with plates and dishes, leave you with eight stitches"

"What did you say in response?" She whisper-yells.

"Truth is liquid. It's different for everyone, it's a relative term. Ask a Scientologist what the truth is, see how that works out." Me talking.

"What, I'm gay cause I hate bitches?" Marshall rapping.

"He didn't like that did he?" Leah questioning.

"Slut, don't be nice to me. I've had it with girls" Marshall rapping.

"Obviously not. Guess what he said?" Me talking.

"And I'm still mad at the world" Marshall rapping.

"Jesus speaks the truth?" Leah questioning.

"Even if it apologized to me." Marshall rapping.

"Worse. God is truth. Just that. God is truth." Me talking.

"You're hearing the last though of a man about to blow his fucking brains out." Marshall rapping.

"Shit. How'd you respond to that?" Leah questioning.

His freestyle cuts up our conversation thoroughly, but we still manage to keep on track.

"I asked if I had to hit God up and ask him what the truth was or just say the truth to everything is God."

"You're a smart ass" she giggles lowly.

"Absolutely" I grin.

"And fall back on a blood stained blouse- on top of his spouse- spread out on a blood stained couch- In front of his kids he just killed in the same house"

"Did you hear about Amadou Diallo?" Leah changes the subject, making me raise an eyebrow.

"Uhm... I saw that name on some sign earlier... but no. I haven't been watching the new lately."

"New York Police Department's Street Crime Unit fired 41 shots at him a few nights ago. Killed him on the steps of his apartment building... not shocking, he was unarmed." She mumbles, looking down at nothing.
Today she's wearing fishnet stocking under tiny jean shorts.

"Fuck." I sigh, letting it weight heavy for a moment.

"I don't think we need to blow up that guy's office..." she sighs, running a hand through her hair as she lifts her gaze to watch Marshall chuckle and get on with the interviewer.

"The world is already tearing itself apart. We should be focused on the pursuit of happiness. We don't need to expose anything, the world will go and expose itself." Leah is suddenly a depressing realist.
I've never seen her expression so devoid of emotion.
It's hopeless.
It's vacant.