Aug 17, 2006

To Know Vic Was To Love Vic

I've been feeling rather low lately. The 21st of this month would have been my brother Vic's 43rd birthday. I miss him dearly, more than mere words on paper could ever convey. He had a smile that could light up a room and a kind word for everyone. He was one in a million. He was funny to the point of genius and annoying to the point of exhaustion. :) Victor had memorized many great speeches and funny anecdotes but this one was my favourite. Once he started in on it, you either took a seat and waited for it to be over (or shall I say enjoyed it) or hightailed it as fast as you could in the other direction. (in which he would just shout it while you were running away!) The speech is below from Good Will Hunting and does contain swear words so it's not for young eyes. When Vic would read it he would seemingly do it in one breath - one looooooong run-on sentence. How he did it I will never know, but man do I miss hearing it...


Why shouldn't I work for the NSA? That's a tough one. But I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at the NSA, and somebody puts a code on my desk, somethin' no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, cus' I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East and once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels are hiding... Fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Oh, Send in the marines to secure the area" cus' they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number got called, cus' they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some kid from Southie over there takin' shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, cus' he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, of course, maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs, it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work. He can't afford to drive, so he's walking to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' cus' every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected President.

3 comments:

mom of 2 said...

Sounds like you've got some great memories of him! Hugs!

Jackie said...

Aunty Joy...well said! It baffles me to read that speech...to think that every word was memorized, and he even had the accent. Remember that if you interrupted him, he would have to start ALL OVER and the pain of listening to him repeat it was what made us all run? Gosh, he loved to smile and impress and be so annoying to ESPECIALLY you and Mel! His day was complete when he could get a rise out of you guys. Banana eh?

Anonymous said...

Mommy Kay, I was the only one of our family that loved to hear Vic recite that piece. His father couldn't stand it! So Vic and I would go outside on the veranda and away he would go! I miss him so! We have such good memories to help us deal with his loss. Love you Joy!