The Post-Apocalyptic Diary of Nick Collison - Part I http://drawllin.tumblr.com/post/33760702696/nickcollisonapocalypse 先说一下：‧看原文比较有味道~ ‧有不少对我来说蛮陌生的梗，所以像是第一段就会跳过很大一部份... ‧应该会有很多错误，请大家指正罗~ -- Everyone’s world has ended. 大家的世界都毁灭了。 Everyone’s except for mine. 除了我之外。 I am still here. 我还在这。 Not like that man who liked his sister and got killed by Russell Crowe and did pills and sang simple country songs with depth and married Reese Witherspoon and felt up sand women and wrestled with Phillip Seymour Hoffman and shredded up a jail cell. That man was weird. I miss Letterman. Nay, I am still here as the grass is still here. Scorched and not what I was, but resilient. I will bounce back, as the grass does, stronger and more lush. I am a man. By all accounts the only one left. The world needs me. I must be there for it, as it is still there for me. I am Nick Collison…and I’m bout to go HAM on this apocalypse. 我不像末日电影里的那种角色，那太奇怪了。我还在这里，小草也还在这里。被灼伤的我 已经不是以往的我─是个更坚韧的我。我会重新站起来的，就像小草一样变得更壮更繁盛 。根据各种迹象我是唯一一个留在世上的人，这个世界需要我─我是为了世界而留下来的 ，世界也是为我而留的。我是Nick Collison，我要花200%的努力在这份启示录上。 I write this in a ditch. This is not Iowa. Not my Iowa. Orange City is long gone. I must get to the water. I need to find the ocean. There may be life there. I have seen no one for months. I have lost track of how long it has been since the incident. A year? Maybe more. 我在沟渠里撰写这篇启示录。这不是爱荷华，不是我所认知的爱荷华。橘郡也已经消失已 久了。我现在需要找到水，我要找到海洋─那里可能还有生还者吧。我已经有好几个月没 看见任何人了─基本上我的时间概念已经错乱了，不知道今天距离那场灾难已经多久了。 一年？不晓得，也许更多吧。 I was in the gym running stairs when it happened. I don’t know what it was. A meteor or an asteroid or a bomb or something from a Nic Cage movie. I only know it was loud. The whole gym shook and I ran into the locker room and I was spared. I woke up under a pile of rubble and the sky was black and nothing else moved. The earth was as still as Pat Riley’s hair. 灾难爆发时我在体育馆，急着冲下楼。我不晓得发生了甚麽事，也许是尼可拉斯凯吉电影 系列里的流星、小行星或是炸弹之类的东西─我只知道那很大声。整座体育馆都在摇晃， 我赶快冲进休息室里。我在瓦砾堆中醒来─我活下来了。但是我眼前只有一片漆黑的天空 ，整个世界死气沉沉，整片土地就跟Pat Riley的头发一样完全不会动。(偷婊Riley XD) I am now constantly on the move. I miss the court. I miss running ‘Angle’ with James. I miss Russell’s lane forays and Kevin’s 30 footers. I miss Kendrick’s smile. I miss Serge’s wagging finger. I miss Scott’s hair gel and being able to make fun of Mr. Bennett for wearing his grammatically incorrect playoff shirt over his button up. I miss Maurice. How his subtle quips and stories of the old Philadelphia 76ers would brighten my day. 我踏上了不间段的旅程。我很想念那座球场、想念跟Harden跑档拆战术、想念Russ的疯狂 切入和KD的30尺三分球。我也很思念Perk的笑容、Ibaka摇手指的样子和Brooks的发胶。 我还想念那段能嘲笑Bennett穿季後赛T-Shirt的方法的那段时日。我也很想念Maurice， 他的精密仪器和七六人的老故事可以点亮我的一天。 They are gone, though. All of them. I write this for myself, because there is no one left to read it should I pass on. And I shall pass on. I shall pass like Rondo in a nationally televised playoff game. I shall pass like Russ when he has an open dunk on a breakaway and Kevin is trailing. I shall pass like my gas after I eat at Eischen’s. Heaven did exist within those grease stained walls in Okarche. 但是他们都走了，全部。我写下这篇启示录只是为了我自己，因为我也没有办法找到人 然後传(pass)给他们看。或许我该传出去，就像Rondo在全国转播的季後赛里的传球，或 是像Russ和KD在快攻时一前一後的那种传球。也或许该像我在吃完Eischen的餐点之後把 气体传出去那样。在那个位於Okarche、墙壁上有很多油腻腻的污垢的餐厅简直是天堂。 The sun is only out for a handful hours anymore. It is blood red. Red like my shins and knees after a dive to the floor for a loose ball. 太阳每天只出来短短几小时而已。太阳是血红色的，就像我为了球往地上潜之後的膝盖和 外小腿的颜色。 My iPod ran out of battery today. I was listening to Teflon Don and dreaming of blowing money fast. But money is nothing anymore. Fire is currency. Bourbon. Blankets. I do not know if I will get to an outlet that works anytime soon. 今天我的iPod没电了。我当时正在听Teflon Don并幻想自己当散财童子的滋味。不过现在 钱毫无用处─火才是货币、波本威士忌和毯子才是资产。我不晓得我能不能跳楼大拍卖出 现。 I try to rap the words as Rick Ross does, but I cannot. I have the rhythm inside me. I know this. I ache for it to surface. Alas, I was always Nate Dogg. Never an alpha, but one incredible role player. There were alphas. You had your Dres and your Snoops and your Pacs. But they are all gone, now a part of the dust and earth. Now it is only me. I am what is left. I am THE alpha. 我试着唱出Rick Ross的rap，但是我没有办法。rap的节奏已经深植我的体内了，但是我 没办法把他们输出。天啊，我一直是Nate Doggs，虽然我不是α(阵中王牌)，但至少是 个很棒的绿叶。世上有很多的α，像是Dr. Dre、Snoop Dogg或是2Pac，但是他们都走了 ，成为土地的一部份。现在只剩我了，我就是那个α。 I have written the word “alpha” so much that I have started thinking about the Power Rangers. Where is my Zordon? His face was weird. His voice was low like Kendrick’s eyebrows. I need to hear a voice that is not my own. I am Alpha without the Rangers. I have no one to help. Purposeless. Like Raymond Felton’s life if all-you-can-eat buffets did not exist. 我写了好多次"alpha"，然後开始想到Power Rangers。我的Zordon勒？他的脸很怪，声音 很低，就跟Perk的眉毛一样。我需要除了我之外的声音。我是少了其他战士的α，我没有 人可以帮助─毫无意义可言。就像Raymond Felton的人生缺乏吃到饱自助餐那样。 Ay yai yai (Moves robot arms up and down and lights shine across my face and tells Billy, that overalls wearing Blue Ranger, to stop being so lame). 阿呀呀(把机械手臂往上抬再放下来，有道光照到我脸上，然後告诉Billy[蓝色那只]， 别那麽逊好吗。) I rap to myself because I need a noise that is not the wind. I went through the whole of The Blueprint yesterday. I rambled through Song Cry as I looked to the heavens. I wanted to feel and taste the rain. I can’t see it falling from the sky, so I gotta make this song cry. Drops did not come. At night, when the rest of the earth is asleep, I can hear the wolves. They are Rick Flair and they howl. 我自己哼了一小段rap，因为我需要除了风之外的声音。我昨天检视过整个蓝图，我藉着 Song Cry来看天堂，我想要感受并品嚐雨滴─雨滴似乎都不降下来，所以我要make this song cry。不过雨滴还是没来。夜晚降临、大地沉睡之际，我听到了狼嚎。他们是Rick Flair(职业摔角手)所以他们会嚎叫。 My heart beats fast. Fast like Royal leaping off the bench to meet us as a timeout is called. Fast like Joey Crawford with technicals. Fast like Craig Sager moves when he finds out Brooks Brothers is having a sale. 我的心跳得好快。就像是Ivey在暂停时跳下板凳那麽快、像是Joey Crawford吹T那麽迅速 、像是Craig Sager发现Brooks Brothers在特价时的急迫。 I sing my favorite Dave Matthews song to calm my pounding chest. 我唱了我最爱的Dave Matthews的歌来缓和砰砰叫的胸膛。 Stay. American baby. I hope you stay. Beautiful baby. Stay. American baby. I hope you stay. Beautiful baby. The deep cuts are where we can find the most peace. 切到低点时正是我们能找到平静的地方。 I saw a bird yesterday. It flew above me and its white was welcome among all the grey. Like Kevin walking in to a gym to shoot jumpers that had previously only been occupied by Shawn Marion. 我昨天见到一只鸟。它在我头上飞过，是在这一片灰之中的白净。就像KD造访曾被Shawn Marion占据过的球场，开始练跳投那样。 I miss Chesapeake, though. And oh how I will miss the playoffs. I had been intending on asking Jimmy Goldstein who his hat guy is this next year. This hat of leaves and rags will have to do. 不过我还是很怀念Chesapeake，还有，我一定会超想念季後赛。(Jimmy Goldstein的梗 看不懂，不翻) There is no plus-minus here. Not in this world. I cry over this. 这里没有+/-，这个世界上没有。我好难过。 I call on my fundamentals to save me daily. I pray they continue to listen. I try to screen my thoughts. I try to block out my emotions. I roll towards the hope that is the ocean. I will rebound from this tragedy. The world is big, but so am I. And when the world charges at me, as I know that it must, I will take it. 我用上我所有的基础来保存我的日记。我试着掩护我的思路、试着盖掉情绪、走位到希望 之海、在这个计策中抢篮板。这个世界很大，但我也是。当世界要对我犯规─我知道一定 会─我决定抓住机会。 For now I must go. It is time for dinner. I must forage. It is getting dark and I see the sky flash silver in the distance. The rumble will come soon. 现在我该走了。现在是晚餐时间，我要去找我的晚餐。天渐渐黑了，我也看到远处的天空 闪着银光。Rumble要来了。 Death is driving right for my heart. Its head is down and it does not look up to see what is in its way. I have to get there. And my feet have to be outside the circle when I do. May I rotate to help as I always have…with speed. 最重要的收尾看不懂Q_Q - Nick Collison -- "HARD WORK BEATS TALENT WHEN TALENT FAILS TO WORK HARD." --

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