He’s a stringer. He’s a bum and he’s eager to set his peace free. It’s impossible, for sure. Why he deserves to be listened? One reason only: no backup story leads to brighter future, even if you are a loner, a nighttime loner. The kinda wanderer you would fear to drink a cup of coffee with. He's got money now. Guess he's okay.
I know this might be he's worst picture but his profile has a voice of its own. Despite being an insomniac, he's not the man you find at a bar, he's not the man that flushes his pain away by sharing some stories about he became such a failure, how his mother didn't care, how his family made him the ghost that wakes them up every morning with the shots he took at an accident scene in the highway. The shots of a bloody and lifeless body in the middle of nowhere, a body with ID and no grieving soul in a mourning.
Lou is a stringer. He's a badass. He's learnt all PD frequencies, he's learnt to read codes and get to the point in very few minutes, when the meat's still fresh enough to be shot. At dawn, he will be selling the material to Nina. She's asked for it. She's looking to get her ass her it belonged: stardom, news broadcasting stardom. What an ambitious woman. What a mess of life. Beware the coyote! Lou's after some bucks for his pockets, he's looking for the wrong deeds that lead him through success thorns path, he's always been in shadows.
The world ain't awaiting for him anyway. World never waits for coyotes to brawl. World never follows up their bloodthirst, it sees them as the tender kids he's meant to deal with for a long, long time. There are many more like Lou. There are thousands like him. They don't like you. They don't even try to meet you. They ain't voyeurs, they ain't snoopers, they ain't there for the good ones. They observe. They are sharks in the fishbowl, always hunting, with their jaws expecting the flesh to tear up.
Don't ask coyotes the right questions. They will feed from the scraps.
I met Bloom and reject his offer. He's a loon. A rabid whisperer chasing random footage, not polite enough to make a woman wet, a trash talker with a desperate nuance in his voice, setting the price according to what people is willing to pay, according to what people seems to matter to him but that's bullshit: he doesn't even care about a partner.
I am not teaming up with this motherfucker. Hell no.
