A Year and Change Page #6

- Your house is really turnin'

into a refuge for strays.

- I'm just tired of

livin' alone, that's all.

Dear Jen,

You remember when I turned 12?

I found my birthday

cake in the freezer,

and I finished half of it

before my party even began.

I just had to have

it all to myself.

And then I was throwing up

for the rest of the day.

And Mom had to cancel my party.

Why do I always have to

f*** up a good thing?

- Hey, Owen.

- Martin.

- Sorry, about hittin'

ya that night.

I was pretty drunk.

- It's okay.

- Good.

So, you and Vera still...

- No.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Haven't seen her in a while.

- Not that it's any

of my business,

but you know a couple...

- It is none of your business.

I'm gonna get back to work.

- Hey, don't be turnin'

your back on me

while I'm trying to

talk to you, all right.

Unless you wanna get hit again.

- Hey! You...

- You can't be

serious right now.

I'm gonna break the other arm.

- Did you hear Max is

gettin' out of the Navy?

- No, I didn't.

- Throwin' a party for him.

I know he'd be pretty

happy to see ya.

- Yeah, can't make it.

- I didn't even tell

you when it was.

- How long are you gonna

hold a grudge against me?

- You slept with my girlfriend.

- You slept with my cousin.

- It's not the same thing.

Plus, I fell off the

roof at your party,

and I think somebody should've

gone to the hospital with me.

- Yeah, but it was a

really good party.

- Dude.

- Look, I haven't

seen Pam in months.

And who told you to go

up on my roof, anyway.

I mean, you're lucky you

just broke your arm,

and not your damn...

Your...

That you didn't get

hurt any worse.

Who's your friend?

- Angie's brother Todd.

- Todd Wheeler?

- Yep.

- Sh*t, Todd. I

didn't recognize you.

Somebody told me you were dead.

Motorcycle accident.

- I did have a

motorcycle accident.

And I did die.

- Well, you must be what?

Like a hundred pounds lighter

than you used to be?

- No, we dead don't worry

about what we weigh.

As you might imagine that

we have very few concerns

at all.

- Why does he keep

sayin' he's dead?

- I don't know, Pete.

Why don't you ask him yourself?

- Jesus.

He used to scare the sh*t

out of me in high school.

Plus you used to shake

me down for lunch money,

like once a week.

- As it happens, I have your

money in my back pocket.

Would you like me to get it?

Except for the

uncontrollable spasms,

I'm completely immobile

below my neck.

If that's not dead,

then what is?

- You still got your

brain, don't you?

- You ever read the Bible, Pete?

- Yeah, I've heard of it.

- God has chosen me,

and rightly so,

for an eternity of hell.

He cleverly gave me a few

years of hell on Earth

strapped to this chair

before the real hell begins.

It's almost flattering

if you think about it.

- You better make

sure that meets

county regulation

requirements, Owen.

I wouldn't want

to slip and fall.

- Okay, boss.

- C'mon, man. We got a

playoff game this Saturday.

All right, we're gonna

work on grounders.

Look alive out there!

Look alive!

Gotta be ready for anything.

There you go! Run it down!

Run it down!

Where's the shortstop at?!

You gotta be on that!

This time, runner's on first.

I want two outs.

Here we go!

Adam!

Come here!

What's goin' on with

you out there today?

- It's the new shortstop,

she smells good.

Well, all right.

Get back out there then.

All right, rundown drills!

Man on second, place

between second and third.

Here we go!

Perfect!

Perfect.

- Hey Vera.

Wow, you look...

- What are you doin' here?

- Well, I found that crab

you threw back in the bay,

and some of his buddies,

at the supermarket

of all places.

Wanna have dinner?

- Now, is not a good time.

- Ooo, I love crabs.

- Are you guys back together?

- Oh no, we're trying...

- Honey, we're gonna be late.

- We're going...

- Excuse me.

- No, Owen.

- No, this'll only

take a second.

- Okay. You have misunderstood.

- Oh yeah, did I?

I misunderstood?

- Yeah.

What are you doing?

- Load up on these.

- Okay.

- Thirsty there, Owen?

- Yeah, parched.

- Go and start the car, please.

Just go.

What is this?

- I don't want him

drinkin' my waters

after you guys have sex.

- What?

No, I'm not having

sex with Martin.

- What?

- It's his grandmother's

75th birthday,

and I like her.

So, I'm gonna go to the party.

We're not back together.

- Sh*t.

- You dropped the bottles.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.

Okay.

Well, at least I'm consistent

at being an a**hole.

- Fairly, yeah.

- Look, Vera. This

was not the plan.

I know you have to

see other people,

I know you need time.

I wanna be with you.

Adam, he really likes you.

He really likes me

when I'm with you.

I really like me

when I'm with you.

- I'm not dating anyone.

I've been alone for months,

and I'm okay with that.

But I like me when

I'm with you, too.

And that scares me.

- I know, I'm scared too.

- Hey, we still going?

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.

I should go.

You guys, this was

totally inappropriate.

- No, we're going. You stay.

You can't catch them but

maybe you can cook them,

and I'll be back in an hour?

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- What? Really?

- Yeah.

Come on.

You'll get over it.

- I'm not goin' anywhere.

Oh sh*t.

- Well, you can reopen

when this is over.

- Why?

It's just gonna be another

kid with another brick.

I was doing half my

business online anyway.

- Sounds pretty good, I guess.

- Nice havin' a place to

go everyday, you know?

Made me feel like I was

still a part of things.

No, no you're gonna

hurt yourself.

There's a hand

truck in the back.

- Oh.

- Trust me, you won't

be disappointed.

- It's so sour.

- Your face.

- Adam. What are you doin' here?

- Mom's shopping

across the street,

and I wanted to come

say hi to Uncle Kenny.

- You should go back

and help your mother.

- Ah, he's not in the way.

- Kenny, there's broken

glass everywhere,

and we don't know how long

we're gonna here, all right.

We've got work to do.

- Hey, you wanna go

fishin' with us later?

- Can I Dad? That'd be awesome.

- No! Adam, c'mon.

You should be helpin'

out your mother.

Let's go.

C'mon.

- See ya later, Uncle Kenny.

- You bet.

Dear Jen,

I always looked up to Kenny.

He did well in school.

Had his own business.

He always seemed to be headed

in the right direction,

you know.

And now this.

There's no way, I mean...

It's just not possible, right?

God, I could really use

a drink right now.

- So, I was thinkin' maybe I

just show up in San Diego

with a surfboard in one hand

and a Mai Tai in the other.

Be worth it just to see the

look on Cindy's face, you know?

Kenny?

Kenny.

- What? Yeah. Yeah, right.

- Where you at right now, man?

- I don't know. I don't know.

- Listen...

I don't want you comin'

to the courthouse.

If this does go to trial.

- What are your lawyers saying?

- In the beginning, he

said that, you know,

that they had nothin',

but now he's saying

that I should try

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