at the end of his life he wanted to live

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At the end of his life, he wanted to live. A week prior to his death, he began to contemplate on the things he would go on to do with his writing and how his books would be made into films and that he would be shaking hands with Al Pacino, who would definitely play Roth Barrese: his shaken, melancholy poet. He would be on talk shows and the women would laugh at all of his jokes and the interviewer would ask how such a charming young man as him managed to write about the life of such a crooked young man.

"I know right?" he would joke. "The only reason this man's life is worth watching is cos a handsome fella like Pacino is playing in it!"

And boy, would people laugh. They'd go on to ask him how he ever got a hold of a guy like Al Pacino. And this would be how he would get in contact with a guy like Al Pacino:

Late night, maybe past midnight, this cold New York air cutting through his collars. He hunches his shoulders and huddles himself into the smokey warmth of a bricked bar's interior, neon flickering sign and red tablecloth. Nice enough to stop for a cup of joe but not good enough to bring your girl for the first date. Unless, you're Jack Flash, the best-selling writer, who grew up coming to this place and has known old Bob since he was a little kid. Then, you can bring your gal here and maybe say something like, "Yeah, Bob is like a father to me, the steak here is like home," or "This place ain't much but it's honest and it's like home". You gotta put the word 'home' in there.

He throws his black Roberto Cavalli coat on the wooden coat rack and walks up to the bar. Blue light from the television, turned to the news channel but muted, and orange glow from a linen lamp shade placed next to the beer dispenser. Bob approaches the counter from within the darkness of the bottle rack and offers a tired smile, empathising with Jack, says maybe, "What can I get you son?" or "Long writing session?" or maybe just, "Usual americano?" Either way, the answer would be, "One long and hot americano, please Bob." He can't see Bob's eyes too well but he knows it's him. A third man is suddenly present in the bar. A husky voiced young man with thick black hair sets himself down next to Jack and looks him in the eyes. The man has dark eyes, lined by thick eyelashes, almost girlishly so. Jack instantly knows who this man is but, before he could say his name, the man says, "What's a rich and talented man like Jack Flash doing in a place like this?" 

And Jack says, "Mr. Pacino, this place ain't much but it's honest and it's like home." You just gotta put the word 'home' in there.