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We're gonna lie down on the bed for a minute.
Okay. Is that okay with you? Yeah, sure.
Just lie on your back.
We're gonna have sex.
No, we're not. Shut up. Sorry.
No, not this session.
Is it alright if I take your hand?
Um...
Yes. Yes.
That's nice.
Sorry.
I didn't mean that. That was a joke. It wasn't corporal alien. Yes, it was. I'm
sorry.
Okay.
Okay.
Close your eyes.
I want you to breathe in with me.
And out.
I wish I had a girlfriend like you in real life.
You will.
I know you will.
But that's what brought me to the clinic.
You know, I suddenly understood that.
That the people who are addicted to this stuff are... Depressive.
Any social losers.
They will never have a girlfriend.
Ron, hey, you're not a loser.
You'll be just fine. We know how to treat addictions.
And I'm really glad I got to know you.
Hey, do you think you'll want to continue therapy with me?
Sure. Yeah.
But with you.
I'm not the doctor. She's... She's sort of scary.
Alexandra, well...
It has to be with both at the same time.
I can, I hope, help you to get used to and excited by real women.
And maybe, you know, add something tiny to the equation called love.
I love it.
You know, Ron, I think it's a good idea to let him watch his hentai manga while
gradually connecting with me.
I disagree.
I mean, that'll only strengthen the addiction.
You prefer him to go cold turkey? There is no doubt there's deep trauma there.
Something he's obviously unaware of.
But please, keep the personal relationship in focus. That's very, very
important.
So, what did you think about Adelaide?
They fucked her life up.
She looked so fragile.
She trembled every time I touched her. I couldn't decide if it was passion or
fear of God.
A body that hasn't been touched in a very long time developed new erotic
I met men who came just by someone touching their foot.
So you're saying that Adelaide is simply starved, yearning for love, and is
attracted to any living creature who offers her love and intimacy?
Catholic, my ass, man. She's going to fuck Dave Pearl.
You have nothing to complain about, you lucky bitch.
You play music?
Yeah.
You don't know?
Love that.
Want some coke?
No, thank you.
You're right.
We don't need that.
So,
what's your story?
Not much, really.
Not yet?
Hey, babe.
Don't you hate baby me, honey?
Faith said it wasn't your fault.
That you didn't want the camera either.
I hate cameras.
Today?
No camera.
And aren't you afraid?
Should I be?
I don't know.
What's with that girl though? I don't think she had a reason to be afraid.
Basically it's because I'm mad at my mother and that's why.
Do I remember your mother?
She was pretty.
And you're pretty.
You know, I don't see any resemblance.
Doesn't really matter if you look like her or not.
Faye told me I need medication.
In order for that to work, I need to make a clean break. Otherwise, I'll kill
the few brain cells I still have.
Usually, psychologists believe that if you find a way to express your pain, you
can heal.
I can't heal.
When I was 16, music really saved me.
Whenever I wanted to kill someone,
Including myself.
I would shut myself up with my guitar and play until my fingers began to
Now it's just a business.
Without the drugs, I'd be dead.
Without the drugs, I'd just want to die.
Okay. But until then, you don't really want to send fans to the hospital,
It pains me.
My whole body's in pain when I do it.
It's as if I'm the one who gets beaten up and not the one who doesn't.
Any time you feel roughed, please stop.
Stupid fucking...
I
don't like everything I'm saying, but this actually feels nice.
The signs that matter to...
In another second I would have exploded.
Exploded?
As in, fuck you, beat me up.
Oh no.
It was frightening.
I was losing control.
I was afraid I was about to do something.
Just an idea.
Have you ever tried sex with someone other than teenage groupies?
Someone like you.
You and me.
In my place.
Could that happen?
I'm not even allowed to think.
Not that I don't want to.
I do.
And you know it.
But at the moment it's such a big no -no that it would cost me my child's life.
Isn't it worth it?
I'll think about it, Dave.
I'll seriously consider it.
I guess there are not any may I, will you?
What? Never mind.
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