A Year and Change Page #2

can't do shots anymore.

I'm good. I got beer.

- Don't be so f***in' boring.

- I'm good. I'm good.

- Jackie, let's take a shot.

- Oh okay, but I'm Linda.

- Whatever.

Dear Jen,

For some reason, I thought

if I got up on the roof

I'd be able to see

for miles around.

Turns out I can

only see the roof

of the house across the street.

I wonder if anyone would

even notice that I'm gone.

I should just leave that there.

Oh!

Jen.

They say what you're

doing on New Year's Eve

is what you'll be doing

all of the next year.

To be honest...

- Happy New Year!!

I'm not so sure I could handle

another 12 months of this.

- I heard you were

here somewhere.

- Angie.

They got you workin'

on New Year's Eve?

- Yeah, anything to get

away from my family.

C'mon.

So, turns out you

can't fly, huh.

- Aw, that was just

my first attempt.

- You up on the roof

at the ale house?

- Mm-hmm. No, I was

over at Pete's.

He was having a party.

- Pete. Is he still an a**hole?

- Pretty much.

- I always thought you

were so much smarter

than those guys you get

drunk with every night.

- They're okay.

- You think everyone's okay.

But I didn't see any

of your friends

in the waiting room with you.

- I did notice that.

- Well, you should

give that more

than just a passing thought.

- I got that.

- All right, thanks.

- Here ya go.

- Hi.

- Hey.

- Think this is yours.

- Ah, sh*t.

Thanks.

How's it goin' Todd?

- About the same.

- I was just takin'

him for a walk,

and I thought I'd

check up on you.

How's your arm?

- Still broken.

- You need any help

with anything?

- No, I'll be fine.

- Hey, Pete!

Hey!

Wake up!

Hey, Pete!

You wanna be the first

one to sign my...

- Oh sh*t.

- Well, look at that!

- Let's not get all excited.

- Hey!

- Pam, Get outta my way

I'm gonna smash Pete

in the head with this.

- Go home!

It's not like we were

married or anything.

You're just someone I

like to get stoned with.

- Oh, that was it?!

- Yeah, that's it!

I'm with Pete now.

- You are?

- F*** you both.

- Look c'mon, let's talk about

this rationally. C'mon.

- Yeah, okay.

- Oh my god!

- That's the rational

thing to do!

What?!

- Get outta here!

What the f*** is

wrong with you?!

Sh*t!

- I deserved that.

- Just put your head back.

Ooo, sh*t he f***ed you up.

Yeah, its broken.

- Yeah.

- Hi. Owen?

- Who's this?

- Oh, it's, it's Vera.

Is it too late to call you?

- Vera?

- Yeah.

- No. I'm up. What's goin' on?

- I feel silly but you

told me to call you so...

- I did?

- Yeah.

- I did.

Don't feel silly.

What's goin' on?

- Okay, well, um, good night.

- Good night.

I was thinkin' we should

make a plan to...

Hello?

- That looks like it hurt.

- Not really.

Kind of.

- The more things change.

- Cindy, don't start, all right.

Oh, here's your check.

So, we can avoid that fight.

- I've been meaning to

tell you something.

- Huh?

What?

Hey!

- Hi.

- Ready to go?

- I guess.

- Sweetheart, why

don't you go wait

in the van for your dad, okay?

He'll be right out.

- What's that about?

- I've been offered a

position in San Diego.

Obviously, I would

take Adam with me.

- San Diego?

That's like on the other

side of the world.

I'd never see him.

- You barely see him as it is.

And even when you do, you're

usually half in the bag.

It wouldn't be until

the end of the year.

I just wanted to let you know

that I'm thinking about it.

- You can't just take my son

away from me like that.

- Actually, I can.

- Do you wanna get the

lawyers involved again?

Is that it?

- Right. Because a judge

would rule in favor

of a father who drunkenly falls

off rooftops at parties.

- I think you're being

incredibly selfish.

- Well, now you

know how it feels.

- So, what's the verdict?

- They're like wearing pillows.

- Is that a good thing

or a bad thing?

- I think it's great.

- Hey listen, about last week.

I got the days mixed up.

It's my fault.

- Okay.

- Maybe next week we can

go to the steakhouse.

- I guess.

- What do you mean, you guess?

You used to love

that steakhouse.

- I kinda don't

eat meat anymore.

- Well...

You know, we can go to Louie's

get that chicken thing you like.

- You don't listen to me.

- What? I'm listening.

- No. You say you wanna

hang out with me,

but you don't really listen.

I said I don't eat meat anymore.

- All right.

Hey.

Sorry, I was distracted.

- Well, I don't eat meat.

- Can you eat pasta?

- Yeah, I eat pasta.

- We'll go to that

pasta place then.

Let's go pick up

your Uncle Kenny.

- Why's that policeman

talking to Uncle Kenny?

- I don't know.

I'm sure it's nothing though.

- Goodbye, Uncle Kenny.

- Yeah. See you

later, little man.

- Thanks for the shoes, Dad.

- You're welcome.

- So, what really

happened to the arm?

- Fell off a roof.

- You drunk.

- Whatever.

What did that cop really want?

- You know that girl who...

Kimmy, who came into the

store the other day?

- Yeah.

- I guess she's in a coma.

Alcohol poisoning.

- Huh.

I think I saw her at

the clinic, actually,

when I was gettin'

my arm fixed up.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, her parents found

her, and she was passed out,

and called the police.

- Did you tell that cop

you gave her alcohol?

- No.

- I thought you just said

it was some crappy wine.

- Yeah, well.

Just a little bit stronger.

- What?

- It was grain.

But I told, I told her

that she had to mix it

with a Kool-Aid or something.

- What the hell were

you thinkin', man?

Grain?

- Just do me a favor

and promise me

that you're not gonna tell

my mom about the cop.

- It's a small town.

If a cop comes to your

store asking questions,

she's gonna find out

sooner or later.

- Promise.

- All right, I promise.

- Okay.

- She's been on me about

pickin' up Victor

when he gets out.

You're comin' with me, right?

- Nope.

I got my own problems.

- Ah, man.

- Hey, man.

You got everything?

- Lost my sanity.

I was able to keep

my anal virginity.

What time the strip clubs open?

- I think your mom's

got some welcome back

from prison dinner

planned for you tonight.

- Oh, that's good. It's ironic.

'Cause they didn't visit

me once in prison.

- What are you talkin' about?

I came to visit you.

- That's because you were

stocking the vending machines.

- Still visited.

- Yeah, that's true.

Kenny gonna be there?

- Yeah, I think so.

- I don't think I can make it.

- What, you got somewhere

else you gotta be?

- Yeah, I gotta be

in a champagne room

with a fistful of singles

and a toothy grin.

- Waiting one more night's

not gonna kill you.

- What if it did?

Feel awfully guilty

then, wouldn't you?

- I'd get over it.

- Yeah.

You know what? I don't

think I can live with you.

- Hey man, you

just tell me where

you want me to drop you off.

It's fine by me.

- Nah, it's 'cause

you're a moody person.

And that can wear on a

guy everyday, you know.

- I'm not moody.

- Oh, you're not?

- No.

I'm taciturn.

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