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Sam.

Somebody told me to start with a joke.

I'm not good with jokes.

I know it's been funny, that there's been some funny things

happen to me, but they're not like jokes.

There was this one time, Mother's Day.

Martin took me out for dinner.

We had probably $500 with us, more.

But Martin had to use this credit card we'd been using way too long already.

I said to him, let's just pay cash.

But he hands over the card anyway.

The guy stalls us, keeps us there, says the computer's fucked up.

All that.

I said to him, they called the cops.

Anyway, long story short, Martin had to stab the waiter.

We're outside running.

I've got this dress I've got to hold up heels on.

Skipping through all these puddles.

Hmm.

That isn't actually a joke.

I guess maybe you had to be there.

Martin and I had some laughs.

My brother Chris is in aa.

He stays away from me.

Guess I'm a bad influence on him.

This girl fucked Chris when her boyfriend was out of town.

The boyfriend comes back a little while later.

They both got the clap.

So she goes to Chris and takes him to the clinic.

Clinic says Chris doesn't have the clap.

Well, this girl wouldn't believe it.

I mean, she knows her boyfriend didn't her over when he was out of town.

She must have gotten it off Chris.

Except Chris doesn't have the clap.

She's got this dirty disease and she must have gotten it off of dirty Chris.

Right?

See, almost the exact same thing that happened to me.

I'm a bad influence on my brother.

Yeah, maybe he thinks he caught it off me.

Anyways, he's in a crazy Chris and I'm here.

It isn't my idea.

Somebody said that that chick that got up the other day, she said she looked back

on her life and it was a black hole.

Uh, okay.

I look back and I guess all I can

say about it is I miss Martin.

That's about it. I miss Martin.

Love is weird love.

She's overdone it

can't go on she caused it all.

Cry, cry.

I don't get it. What are you saying?

Well, how long has he been dead?

Hey, fuck you. I knew him too.

You're nothing special.

Pierre Tunol.

Yeah, well, they're not good.

I've got a situation here.

I need a guy in like an hour.

Pierre. Hold on, hold on.

Hi.

I know you're probably really mad at me, and I don't blame you.

Sorry, Peter. Hold on, hold on.

Do you have Money.

Do you have any?

No, not really. I don't, Peter.

So this thing.

No, not violence. Keep guessing.

No, my brother just got here.

He's right here.

That's it. Yeah, I tried him.

He's naturally the first person I thought of, and I just can't get a hold of him.

You know Ronnie's dead.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I talked to his wife.

Yeah, she thinks she's cute.

Well, come on, then. How about you?

Five? I was thinking three for me.

Cause I'm setting it up right?

Can we fight about this later?

Peter, this would be, like, a real favor to me.

Don't call me back.

The guy's gonna be here in like, an hour.

What's the point in calling me back?

No, I don't see your problem with this.

Okay, what if we split it? 250 each.

I said, what if we split it?

Oh, stone nodding up right on the phone, and I didn't even get it.

Wow. Losing my touch.

Chris, what do you want?

Oh, I want.

Everybody always asks me that. It's unbelievable.

I never know what to say.

Denise, when it was obvious I wanted to get out of there, move out, end it.

And she kept saying it to me. What do you want?

Actually, what she said was, you don't. Know what you want.

I don't know what you want. That's the one I like to say.

You don't know what you want.

I don't know what that means. I don't know what that means.

I don't know. I don't know what I want.

I don't know if I want to breakfast. I don't know what I want.

Take a shower. Read a book.

Read a book or take a shower, I don't know what I want for the rest of my life.

But those questions, Bullshit.

What do you want, Chris?

Well, I wanted to give you this.

Doesn't it remind you, that one that you had on Duquette?

Golly, it's like a prize at the fair money.

How much Denise paid for my bus ticket? Stop it.

I.

50 bucks less, actually. Hello?

Where does she think you'll stay, in a tree house?

Call Denise right now. You need money.

No, no, no, I can't do that. We broke up.

So call or tell her.

Breaking up was a mistake.

No, you're thinking it over, trying to get your head together.

It could happen.

It isn't actually lying.

You know, Noel, I realize there are things I can take and things that I can't.

And one thing that I cannot take anymore.

I just can't fucking hack it.

Is hypocrisy.

Don't. Just don't.

That's a cute trait, but it took you too long to learn it.

Five years wasn't my idea. Fuck you.

Chris. You're here.

I need money. You're gonna get me some.

You must have friends.

Don't they have jobs?

It isn't that much money.

Call three people, ask them for 100 each.

100 is nothing.

305 years, that's, that's $60 a year.

Five birthdays, five Christmas presents, that's, that's 40.

That's $30 a year, Chris.

30 fucking dollars a year. It's nothing.

You owe it to me.

Call your friends. Get me three.

Get me 100. What about that?

20 lousy bucks for every year I didn't hear from you?

You were out here twice.

Everyone saw you but me.

You know what a fucking asshole I look like?

You're such an asshole.

Can you call some people?

Can't we just have a cup of coffee and sit down and talk and stuff?

No. There's a guy gonna be here in an hour.

Not even that. I owe him money and I've gotta have it.

503. Really?

Can't you just go out?

Yeah, but he can't stay out. Grow up.

Okay, Noel, I don't have it.

Sorry, but I don't.

Put your hands up.

If I find more than 50 bucks on you, I keep it.

Deal.

Come. No, no.

Come on. You're not going to frisk me.

What do you care if you're telling the truth?

Hey, stop it. Ah, it's not nice to call you a brother.

I, I. Oh, my God.

Please.

Oh, that's just fucking mean. Noel.

Noel, Terry calling for Angelo.

And if you get this message in the next half hour, 20 minutes.

Fuck it, man. There's no time.

Never mind. Never mind.

Then. What the fuck is this guy gonna do?

I mean, is he gonna kill you? Can't he.