분야
hwp My name is Julian Po.
Im thirty years old...
and Im recording
the story of my life...
on this tape recorder
for the purpose of...
recording my life. Heh.
No.
Recording my life
on this tape recorder...
which I bought two weeks ago
at the Payless for $ .
Uh, its got
noise reduction, uh...
What do I say now?
I have no idea.
I tried to keep a journal once,
but that didnt work out.
Im not a novelist
or anything like that.
Actually, Im a bookkeeper.
Its not worth mentioning.
Im Julian Po.
This is the story
of my trip to the sea.
Of all the places
Ive never been...
its the one
that I love the most.
No, no, no.
That didnt come out right.
Whos going
to hear this anyway?
Probably not even me.
Well? What the hell
do you want?
Your, uh... sign said
you had a vacancy.
It always says that.
Its permanent.
So you have no rooms.
Whoa.
You aint puttin words
in my mouth.
Sign that.
Thats twenty bucks a night,
in advance.
Thank you.
Upstairs.
My sister will
show you the room.
- Thank you.
- Uh-huh.
Um... excuse me.
Could you tell me
where seven is?
Room seven.
Dont seem to be
any numbers here.
Thank you.
Are you done?
Oh.
A bath. Thats good.
Uh... Im in some town now.
I dont know what its called
or where I am.
Checked into a hotel,
room seven.
Hmm.
Hmm. The bed squeaks.
Julian P-O. Jesus, what the hell
kind of name is that?
Hell if I know, Mayor.
Dont look like no tourist.
Could be a salesman
of some kind.
Could be some kind
of drug dealer.
Lets have a look at his car,
run a trace on the plates.
No car. He walked into town.
Walked? Nearest town
is forty miles.
You want me
to kick him out, Henry?
Better keep him here
awhile longer, Vern...
till we find out who he is.
Let me know if he does
anything funny.
You keep an eye on him, Leon.
Name could be an alias...
and I got a bad feeling
about that boy.
Ill stick to him like mud.
He could be a terrorist,
you know.
I wonder if hes up there
making bombs or something.
All my life,
I wanted to see the ocean.
Just cant imagine
what its like to look out...
and see all the way
to the horizon.
Probably makes a man
want to live forever...
to see something like that.
Make me feel small...
but Ive never been.
Wasnt like
I didnt have the time.
There was always time...
but I always had little details
to work out first...
errands to run...
bathroom scales broken,
always something.
This time,
Im going through with it.
I could have been there by now,
with a little luck.
Ill find out where I am,
get my bearings, and go.
No ones going to stop me.
Ill leave tomorrow.
You a nigger?
What?
Nigger blood.
You know...
maybe your granddaddy,
your grandmama way back.
No. Not that I know of. No.
Well, theres
something dark about you.
Um, I was just going.
I left the key
with your sister up there.
Where are you going?
Im on my way to the ocean.
Yeah? You in trouble
with the law?
No.
Then why run if you aint
runnin from nothin?
Im not, uh... running.
Excuse me.
Never spent much time
in a small town before.
Never really spent much time
in a big one, either.
Moved around a lot
when we were kids.
Father sold copiers.
Anyway, Im pretty used to
being anonymous.
I dont mean that in a bad way.
Its just thats how I am.
I dont think its possible
to be anonymous here.
Maybe Ill stay another day
or two, see the sights.
Yeah.
