Drunken Noodles (2025)

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Hey, wait.

Hey.

So you're just gonna stare at me?

Well, I'm Adnan, your new roommate.

Hello?

Yeah, yeah, I'm just on the corner.

All right.

Hey, I'm down here.

Hey.

Thanks.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay, I just...

Do you need gum?

No, I'm okay.

Do you need to c*m?

You said gum or c*m?

Both.

No, no, I'm okay.

Take care.

Yeah.

- Adnan?

- Adnan, yeah.

- Nice to meet you, finally.

- Finally.

So this is the main space.

Back there, you have the

bathroom and the kitchen.

- Okay.

- Did you bring your laptop?

I did, yeah.

So you can set it up there.

You've been in the city before, no?

A few times, yeah.

I'm just staying with my uncle right now

while he is in Europe.

I'm just looking after his cat.

So what do you do when people come in?

Well, you don't have to do much.

Usually, they come in, they

stay for a few minutes,

they look at the work and leave.

Okay.

Sometimes we get some

crazies, but you'll manage.

And for collectors, press

and people really interested

in buying the work,

those make appointments.

- I see.

- So I'll be here for that.

I see, okay.

The work is so special

and I have already so many people

interested in looking at it.

And you met him how?

Last summer, I met him upstate.

Well, you'll be pretty

much on your own this week

because I'll be at the fair

and I made you a spare key.

Every time you need to

step out, lock the door.

And I think that's pretty much it.

If you need anything, call me.

I gotta run.

- Perfect.

- See you.

- Bye.

- Bye-Bye.

Hey.

I guess someone's

missing their dinner, huh?

Done for today.

You want some?

No, I'm okay, what is it?

Thanks.

That's good.

Is that for work?

I like it.

I'm Adnan.

Adam?

No, Adnan.

Adnan.

Yeah.

And you?

Yariel.

- Yariel?

- Yes.

Do you work?

No, I'm a student upstate.

I'm just in the city for the summer,

I'm doing an internship at a gallery.

Art?

I never understood, what are these for?

Is that for the cold or?

Yeah.

But it's hot out.

Oh, you saw the sun?

You want to ride?

The bike?

Yeah.

Right there.

Oops.

What?

I smelled your hand.

It's musty.

Go.

Okay.

- Hey.

- Hi.

Did you come on your bike or...

I'm not always on my bike.

I have to take this, but

take a look around, okay?

I'll be right back.

Hello?

Hey, yeah.

Hey, yeah, so I was calling earlier

because this morning,

the shipping company called

me and they said there's,

it might be another week or two...

Call you back.

All right, bye.

This one's called, "You Have Been Lying."

"You Have Been Lying."

Do you make them?

Oh no, no.

They're from an artist

that I met last summer.

He's in his seventies.

Do you like them?

- I don't know, do you?

- Yeah, I do, I do.

How much?

I don't decide that,

I don't decide prices.

The artists and the galleries,

they talk about that.

How?

You know, market value, what

people are willing to pay.

100?

No, more than that.

Listen, I have a meeting

I have to take right now,

but there is a video

with the artist talking

if you wanna listen to that.

I won't be too long if

you wanna stick around.

Okay, so the lamp's broken,

I forgot about that.

So there's no video,

but if you wanna listen,

you can listen to the audio.

- Okay.

- All right.

I'll be back.

I was walking,

listening to the song,

"Mona Lisa," kept

hearing it over and over.

What is this?

Then it came to me:

She wanted me to let out her

secret why she's smiling.

I saw her in the painting on

an easel at an artist studio,

but with a paddle hanging from

her hand out of the painting.

That's it, she's a dominatrix.

So the painting depicted in the next room

three men tied to tables with red...

Theres no center. Theres no

empty space.

The figures look like kids drawings.

At first they look like kids drawings

but soon you realize that

the content is definitely not for kids.

This is the first friction you experience

when you see them.

The second is the material.

Thread...

seems...

fragile and less permanent than oil,

ink or charcoal.

Like a message that can auto-destruct

after viewing.

And it comes slightly off the surface.

That small volume has the potential of

love.

Is the anticipation of love.

The rest, figures taken from fables, bars,

nature, sports...

hold themselves in positions that want to

represent desire

But theres no desire.

Unless you are looking at them next to

somebody else.

The shared viewing is the only fuel of

that desire.

Can we come in?

They're my friends.

I told them about the paintings.

I saw him again the

following night.

He was sitting alone on a bench in

a childrens playground.

We drank coke, we ate, we came.

Though not in that order.

And true to my own rhetoric

I laid my feet on the table.

Like almost everyone else in the world

I failed without making a sound.

I spat on my shadow before going to bed.

That was the only answer I could offer to

a world

that asked from me a style that didnt

belong to me.

Or maybe its about something else.

Perhaps there was a different plan for me.

Perhaps no one can solve

a strictly personal destiny.

Perhaps the historical tide will solve it

for one and for all.

At least I have this.

And all those exchanges that

took place in the dark.

- Hey.

- Hi.

You need help?

- Oh, I got a flat tire.

- You close by?

I don't know, I think I'm

maybe 10 miles that way.

I can fix that.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Okay, thank you.

Sure.

So you must be tired pushing the bike,

it's a lot easier to ride it up the hill

instead of pushing it up the hill.

How long has it been flat, for a while?

I don't know, I've

been at it for a while.

Well, it was a good workout.

It's a beautiful day, so what the hell?

Wait here, I'll be right back in a minute.

Okay.

Thanks.

There you go.

Oh, there's a hose out back

if you wanna freshen up.

All right, thanks.

It is a big

one, wanna come inside?

It's hot.

- Is this your work?

- What, those?

Yeah, I make them.

Okay, we gotta let this dry a little more.

Thanks again.

You want more water?

No, I'm okay.

These are really amazing.

Do you ever sell them or...

No.

- Have you shown them?

- No.

My mother's sleeping in the main house.

Stay there.

How would you like to come?

I'm getting hungry.

You want something to eat?

I can drive you back later

if you don't want to ride

your bicycle all the way back.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

That's really good.

My mother made it.

Does she ever come out?

She doesn't move much at her age,

but her mind, still pretty much there.

So, you live 10 miles away, huh?

No, I'm just staying at a

friend's house for a week.

I live on the other side of the Hudson,

I'm a student at Bard right now.

You should be careful

when you ride your bike

around these woods.

I've heard of a lot of

accidents over the years.

So have you been living here long?

Yeah, we bought the

house in the late nineties.

We moved in full time when

Michael and I retired.

He passed away right after that.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, it happens.

Then my mother got old and so

I moved her into this place.

And the embroidery,

have you been doing that for a long time?

Yeah, but not like this.

I used to do still lifes,

animals, a few landscapes.

I began embroidering

an old picture I found

of Michael after he died

and that opened up all

these possibilities.

You wanna see something really special?

Have a seat

and listen.

This is where they come.

Where?

Nature tells me where to listen.

When?

Just wait.

It's coming.

Is that coming from the trees?

You can go up to him,

just don't touch him.

Why?

Don't be scared.

He can touch you, but you can't touch him.

- I want do that again.

- Not tonight.

Yeah!

No, not tonight, another time.

Have a seat, listen.

It's okay, you're good.

We are never coming back down.

It looks nice.

Oh, I wonder if we can use it.

Yeah, sure, if it's here.

Maybe tomorrow morning while you ride.

Yep, yeah, you might want to check it.

I don't know how long it's

been out here, you know?

It seems all right.

Let's go!

Three, two, one.

After you.

Whatever you do, don't

practice Tati on the piano.

You read my mind.

Oh, you picked your

side of the bed, I see.

But you always sleep on that side.

Not when we're on vacation.

Oh, really?

I've never noticed before.

- What?

- Nothing.

You gonna help?

I prefer to watch.

If you wanna go swimming,

we should go now.

Five minutes.

Here.

Watch your step.

Watch out.

Yep.

You okay?

Oh, it's nice!

How come you ran away from me earlier?

What?

In the house.

I tried to have sex with

you and you said no again,

and then you went to the

other room and jerked off.

Seriously, now?

I...

Anyways, you were taking a nap.

I was taking a nap

because you rejected me.

I didn't want to make

a big deal out of it,

I just wanted to c*m fast, just to c*m,

I just wanted to relax.

Yeah, I could have helped you with that.

You know, we haven't

had sex in six months.

I know, I'm sorry.

It's the new medication,

it's not, it's not you,

just try not to take it personal.

It's hard not to take it personal.

I know, I'm sorry.

Hey, hey.

Hello?

Come in.

- No.

- Your loss.

Okay, secretary.

Do a waiter swiping a

card at fancy restaurant.

Food delivery guy.

That was your element in a sex dungeon.

Flip!

Butt plug.

c*ck ring.

Soiled jockstrap.

Crisco, a can of Crisco.

You want it?

- An owl?

- Or a heart.

When did you do it?

It was during nap time.

Usually, that's where my parents

would send me in the summers.

I'd go overseas and I would

just stay with him on his farm,

and he'd take care of me.

How old were you?

It started when I was 11 or 12.

And my grandfather, he used

to take a nap every single day

at the same time listening

to his little portable radio,

a soccer match or something.

And he used to sleep like this.

And when he would do that,

I would wait for him to

fall asleep completely.

And I'd walk in, check his breathing,

and then I'd kiss him on the mouth.

- And he never woke up?

- No, never.

And it turned you on, I guess?

There was nothing else to do,

I was so bored during the nap every day.

Right, right, right.

And there was all these men

all around me all the

time, these old farmer men.

I don't...

There were more?

Yeah, there were more.

My grandfather had this one friend, Ahmad.

He was the next door neighbor,

he was also a farmer,

and they would just talk

every day about chickens

and tomatoes and soccer, you know.

How old was he?

I guess mid seventies, same as him.

- Did you kiss him too?

- No, no.

With him, it was different.

He had this pair of shoes

that I guess he uses work

shoes every single day,

and they were disgusting,

they were filthy.

And he would leave them

outside of his front door,

I noticed every day.

And so I would hop the fence,

I'd walk over and I'd jerk off into them.

How?

I'd sniff them, I'd lick

them, I'd put my d*ck in them.

Oh my God, you're

like a reverse ab*ser.

I don't know, I was bored.

Oh my God.

I cannot believe you've

never told me this.

Have you been with the guy that old since?

No, not that old at least.

- Would you want to?

- No, I don't know.

No, I don't think about it.

Would you?

No.

Who gave that to you?

A couple goes for a weekend trip

to a house in the mountains.

They don't see each other that often

because the younger one

has moved to another city

for grad school.

The older one has been depressed

since the death of his twin

sister over a year ago.

The younger one is supportive and caring,

but he's growing frustrated

at the older one.

They haven't had sex in a very long time.

The older one has told the

younger one on many occasions

that he understands if

he wants to have lovers.

But the younger one refuses to do this.

The younger one always says

that it's not just about the sex,

but about having an intimate

connection with the older one.

The older one understands,

but doesn't want to force himself

to do something that should

come naturally like it used to.

They still like being together.

During their first night in the house,

the younger one reveals

an old childhood secret

to the older one.

It's unusual, but ultimately harmless,

the older one thinks when

he hears it, even charming.

But that night the younger one wakes up

and finds that he's alone in bed.

The older one is no longer by his side.

This is strange for the younger one

as the older one never wakes

up in the middle of the night

as he takes heavy

medication to fall asleep.

Iggie?

Iggie?

Iggie?

What are you doing?

Iggie, what the f*ck?

That's not funny.

Iggie!

Fine, do whatever you

want, I'm going to bed

Door open or closed?

Iggie!

Okay, stop it, it's really not funny.

Hey Iggie.

Hey, wake up!

Go upstairs, I'll be there in a minute.

Why?