Adventureland Page #8

Of course, I would never.

Thanks.

Hey, Em, what's up?

Loving life, you know.

Hey, you know I play the drums?

I did this killer drum solo

at the high-school talent show once.

I played Limelight by Rush.

Living on a lighted stage

Approaches the unreal

For those who think and feel

In touch with some reality

Beyond the...

Spin. Good night, Adventureland!

-What the f*** was that?

-You like musicians, right?

Hey, honey,

I'm running out of googly eyes.

Do you have any more over there?

Yeah, me, too, but I found these,

so I've just been sort of...

-Hey.

-Hey, Em! What's up?

I quit. See you.

Tommy, you think there's something

wrong with this car?

Have your father check it

because it's making

a funny squeaking sound.

I don't know what the problem is.

Sh*t-head!

Shake a leg and come aboard

the SS Adventureland.

I'm not friends with anybody.

How the hell would I know?

-I don't know.

-No way!

Em? Em Lewin?

Yes, yes, yes.

Can you believe that?

Em has been sleeping

with Connell all summer.

-I'm telling you, man.

-Connell is a freaking god.

-Hey, Lisa.

-Hey.

Hi. Look, I don't know what to say,

but everyone is talking about

Em and Connell.

Kelly's got such a big F-ing mouth.

I'm sorry because I gave you my word.

We were just so wasted that night.

You know I can't hide nothing

from Kell.

Are you mad at me?

Well, yeah.

Connell's gonna freak out, and Em quit.

I feel bad for Connell.

I have a hard time feeling sorry for Em.

Guys can't help themselves.

-But he's the married one.

-Yeah, Em's a frigging home wrecker.

-He's cheating on his wife, though.

-I can't believe you're defending her.

What? Because guys can be shitty

and women can't?

The Musik-Express!

The Musik-Express!

Kell.

It's fun because it's really more

like dancing than exercising, you know.

I have a blast. I've been trying to

get him to go with me, but he won't go.

No, you're not doing it right.

Yeah, I don't like lifting my knees

that high.

Yeah, I've noticed.

Emily, you know the Ostrows

and the Waldsteins.

Hi there.

Can I get anyone a refresher?

Francy, these pieces, I love them.

So great.

Those there? I love those.

I think they are so fun.

You're so artsy.

I love what you've done with the house.

-Thank you.

-It's... It's clean.

I thought the house was a lot nicer

the way my mom used to have it.

It's pretty barfarific, if you ask me.

-Is that some kind of joke, Emily?

-No, it's not.

I think you owe me an apology.

Right now.

I don't owe you sh*t.

All right, okay. You know what?

Give me the drink.

Look, you weren't invited,

and I don't want you here, okay?

-Right, I wasn't invited to this party.

-Yes, you weren't invited,

and frankly,

I don't like you coming in here

and saying

whatever the hell you want, okay?

I am sick and tired of your behavior,

you ungrateful little b*tch.

-Give me the drink.

-Okay, Em...

God damn it!

Emily! Emily, this has to stop.

You cannot say those things no more.

I can't say what I'm thinking

and what I'm feeling every f***ing day?

-Sy, for God's sake!

-I can't force her out.

Yeah? Well maybe you can't...

Sometimes I feel so happy

Hey, can I have another? Thanks.

Sometimes I feel so happy

But mostly you just make me mad

Baby, you just make me mad

Linger on

Your pale blue eyes

Linger on

Your pale blue eyes

Oh, f***!

James, get out of the car.

Now!

Oh, God. Come with me.

You care to explain how

Mrs. Frigo's rhododendron got here?

Good morning.

What's this, mister?

What the hell is wrong with you?

You know, I think that Adventureland

has made you regress or something.

You're quitting that job.

-I never want to go back there again.

-Good. How much have you saved?

$1,322, give or take.

Well, the front axle is broken,

but that might cover the damage.

And you're gonna have to pay

for Mrs. Frigo's rhododendron, too.

I need every cent of that for New York.

Well, I'm sorry, you know,

you should have thought about that

before you went out

on this little joyride of yours.

Brennan, I'm back.

Thank God. How the hell are you?

Well, Europe changed me.

It was revelatory.

There I was, going from

one incredible city to the next.

The ruins, the cathedrals,

the endless art treasures.

And I realized something.

F*** the Old World.

I want the New World.

-What?

-And I want it now!

-What do you mean?

-I'm going to Harvard Business.

You're what? You're applying?

No, I'm in, actually. You know,

strings were pulled, wheels greased.

Wait, that's in Boston.

What about New York

and the apartment?

Yeah. Sorry about that, man.

I can't really help you out there.

Hey, litterbug. Hey! In the clown mouth.

These guys.

-Hey, Bobby, Paulette.

-Hey, Brennan.

Hey, how are you?

You know, we're just...

It's the last weekend of the season.

Just getting ready for winter,

closing up shop.

We have to turn all these lights off.

-Your check's in the office.

-Okay.

We gonna see you next summer?

Thank you, Bobby, for everything.

Really.

-Gonna see you next summer.

-Well, thank you, really.

We're halfway through our set,

and we see him. It's f***ing Lou Reed.

-Oh, my...

-Holy sh*t!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And I keep thinking

I'm about to wake up any second.

And he gets up, gets on stage,

puts on a guitar,

and we do a whole f***ing set

of his songs.

-We do Vicious, Shed A Light On Love.

-Oh, my God.

-What a pisser.

-We do I'm Waiting For The Man.

Wait, hold on, one second.

-Hey, last paycheck?

-Yep.

So, how's it going?

-Ronnie found out everything.

-Sorry.

Yeah, it was bad.

It's blown over now, mostly.

Hey, do you speak to Em?

Not since she quit. You?

You know the song is called

Satellite of Love, the Lou Reed song.

You said Shed A Light On Love,

but it's Satellite.

-Yeah, I know. It's Satellite Of Love.

-Yeah, it's like Skylab.

Yeah, I know, it's...

Yeah, it's called Satellite Of Love.

Yeah.

Take care of yourself, Brennan.

Yeah, you, too.

-Where were we?

-You were telling us about the...

-Satellite Of Love.

-Yeah. Yeah.

That's what we were talking about.

That's my favorite one!

Yeah, it's a good tune.

Yes! We got the Viet Cong, fellas.

We got the Viet Cong here!

I need suppressive fire,

but I can handle it.

I think I got this under control.

-Your friend Eric boned you, huh?

-Yeah.

How are you gonna

pull off New York now?

I can't pull it off. I'm stuck here.

What's the point of being a writer

or an artist anyway?

Herman Melville wrote

f***ing Moby Dick,

and he was so poor and forgotten

by the time he died

that in his obituary,

they called him Henry Melville.

You know? Like, why bother?

They're just gonna forget

our f***ing names anyway.

Viet Cong, Viet Cong! I'm coming!

I got it!

I heard Em went back to New York.

I wish it didn't end like that.

I should've...

I don't know.

Get behind me. Boom!

I got 2! There's 1! There's 2!

What's that?

Boom! Boom! Boom, baby, boom!

Your Herman Melville story,

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