The Mean Streets of Princeton, NJ
:: Jonathan Marx walks down the street and sees an old friend in tattered clothes, who he went to Princeton with, in an alley collecting cans in order to buy himself a decent meal::
JONATHAN MARX: Jim? Is that you?
JIM: Jonathan! Hey dude, I've been catching you on the TV in the homeless shelter, you've been doing pretty good for yourself.
JONATHAN MARX: I remember that back in the day you were a big wrestling fan, in fact, you were a huge fan of Grossard if I remember right.
JIM: I use to have Grossard pictures all over my wall. He was my favorite. But ultimately, he led to my demise...
JONATHAN MARX: What happened?
JIM: Well, back when I watched wrestling in the old days, whenever a hardcore match came on, I lighted up... because you know, that is the only way a hardcore match is tolerable. I started getting into Grossard's work and all of a sudden, I wound up a stoner. I couldn't concentrate on tests, I couldn't get my work done, it was horrible. Long story short, I flunked out of Princeton. I tried to get work at a McDonalds but the drugs took over my life. I wouldn't show up on time, I'd forget people's orders... I was a real mess.
JONATHAN MARX: How did you finally get off the drugs?
JIM: :
oints to his cardboard box:: When you can't afford a home, you don't really have much money to buy drugs. I still take a puff now and then, but this crowd is broke so I've been able to stay relatively clean.
JONATHAN MARX: Good for you Jim, that is the first step to recovery.
JIM: I was such a fool to think hardcore wrestling was cool. Hardcore wrestling is just two grown men beating up each other with props. There really isn't any skill involved. You know, when you are younger, you make mistakes, you don't have the experience of having gone through life and you aren't able to see through the illusion of bad wrestling. I want you to do something for me Marx.
JONATHAN MARX: I'll do anything for a former Princeton Alum.
JIM: Beat Grossard for me, show the world that kind of wrestling is a joke. Your cause is good and I believe in you Jon.
JONATHAN MARX: ::shakes Jim's hand:: That means a lot to me Jim. You are a smart man. You don't belong on the street. ::takes a thousand dollars out of his wallet and hands it to Jim::
JIM: I can't take this money Jon.
JONATHAN MARX: Life has been very good to me, I'm pulling a double shift and I'm working a big program against GUNS over in A1E. Take the money and use it to get yourself off your feet. If you do that for me, I'll beat Grossard for you.
JIM: Well, I do need the money. But once I get back until my feet, I'll pay you ever bloody cent.
JONATHAN MARX: Okay, sounds like a deal to me. Jim, let's go for lunch, we will stop by at home so you can shower and put on some good clothes and we can go out to eat to talk strategy.
JIM: Strategy?
JONATHAN MARX: There is nobody who knows Grossard better than you. The rest of Grossard's fans are in jail.
JIM: *laughs* Good point, let's go.
::Jim and Jonathan take off for home in his Caddy::