Daydream Nation Page #5

- Do you ever think about God?

- Sometimes, in church.

- What do you think he looks like?

- Kinda like Santa Claus,

but with a beard

made of clouds and stuff.

And instead of being fat,

he's got really good abs.

- Yeah, I think you're right.

What's that?

Run!

I realize

It ain't wise to idealize

Or put your life

In the hands of any struggle

Keep up.

- Did you just hear something?

- Have you ever thought

about growing a moustache?

- I'm not 100% sure I can.

Maybe after my birthday.

- Hey, Thomas, what do you think

the end of the world will look like?

Do you think it's just like

when you shut off the TV?

Sifting in the sand

like a hymn within

To help us understand

Thomas?

Thomas!!

Heaven awaits

We're making our last stand

Glory bound

and sparrow in our hand

- Baby, do you not wanna

go to school today?

- Mm-hmm.

- Are you sure?

Okay.

- You look beautiful.

- You had your mom

come to my house

to beg for another date?

That is so pathetic!

- Yes, I agree.

- You're such a weirdo.

- Yes, I know this!

- What is your problem?

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

- Well, you're f***ed, 'cause my dad

is forcing me to go out with you,

so let's just get this over with,

all right?

Pick me up at 8:
00.

- Okay.

I-I'll call you!

- Hey, baby.

- Hello.

I am so f***ing happy right now.

My book is coming along great.

It's all because of you.

Now get over here.

- Caroline, your friend is here!

- Coming!

Uh, gotta go out with this loser,

but afterwards I'll come right over,

okay?

- You have a date? Who's it with?

Come on, you gotta tell me.

- Why, are you jealous?

- Yeah, of course I'm jealous.

Some guy's taking out my girl.

Who is it?

Come on, tell me.

Tell me, tell me...

- Thurston Goldberg.

- No way.

That is fantastic!

You gotta read one of his papers

sometimes.

They are classic.

- I gotta go.

- All right, well, look,

ditch him fast.

I got wine, I got candles...

- Okay. Be there soon.

- All right.

Come on, hurry.

- Okay. Bye.

- I guess I don't really know

that much about golf.

- No?

- I've been mini-golfing before,

but that's...

- Not... not quite the same.

- No. No, it's not.

- H-how's your mom?

- Oh, great. Yeah.

She... she cut my hair today, actually.

- Cut your hair? Yeah.

- Yeah, look at that.

She did a good job. That's nice.

- You think so?

- Oh, yeah.

- I think she kinda screwed the back--

- The back? Let me see.

- Ahem!

We goin' out, or what?

- I guess... I guess we're going out.

- I ain't going.

- All right, well, thanks for the beer.

- All right. See you later, son.

- See ya.

- Okay, where are we going?

What are we doing?

- Okay, well, um, first of all,

I think that we probably

should not have sex together tonight.

I think that's maybe

where we went wrong last time.

- Okay.

That wasn't going to happen anyway.

- Look, I know you like me.

I know that that sounds strange

because of how cruel you are to me,

but I...

- That does sound strange.

-... but I think that's why

you had sex with me so fast.

And, by the way,

that was my first time, so...

- You're kidding?

- I will get better...

as our relationship progresses.

- What?!

Thurston...

Oh, my God, why is everyone in this town

so delusional?

The girls around here,

the highlight of their pathetic lives

is gonna be their yearbook photo.

- That's not true.

- They'll spend the first half

of their lives planning their weddings

and they'll spend the second half

regretting them.

- No, they'll have kids

and be surprisingly happy.

- Everybody just cheats on each other.

- No, I would never, ever cheat on you.

- All right, date's over.

You're... insane.

- Okay. Well, can I at least

talk to you tomorrow at school?

- Tomorrow's Saturday, moron.

- Right.

- Look, you can, um...

... call me, okay?

If you want.

- Okay.

- Why don't you just give me your face

for a second.

- Why?

- Argh! All right, okay, thank you.

Bye.

- Okay.

Uh, happy Saturday.

Yeah, it's--

- I got it.

- You got it.

- Sorry I'm tardy, Mr. A.

- Come in, quick.

- That night, I tried to pretend

we were a regular couple.

I've been told

I'm living a lie

I've been told all my life

I've been told

I'm living a lie

I've been told all my life

- But when it was over,

I felt more like a fake than ever.

So I crept downstairs

to finish reading his manuscript.

The story follows a boy

named Larry

as he comes of age in a small town.

Larry is convinced that he's a genius.

And like most geniuses,

he has trouble fitting in,

and so spends nearly all his time

high on cheap drugs.

As he grows older,

Larry moves to the city

and gets engaged

to a beautiful stockbroker.

But owing to his misspent youth

and drug-addled brain,

he never achieves the success

he believes the world owes him.

One day, Larry comes home early

from work

and catches his fiance

and his best friend

on a Twister board.

His Twister board.

In a rage, he buys a gun,

and decides to become a serial killer,

but realizes

he doesn't have the nerve

and so tries to kill himself.

- My Twister board!

- But chickens out of that, too.

Larry then moves back to his hometown,

where he begins indulging

in strange behaviour.

Like sometimes he drives

through the streets all night,

hunting for ghosts long past.

And other times,

he calls old friends and pretends

to be a telemarketer

with a bad fake British accent.

How much do you earn in a year?

What do you think

the end of the world will look like?

Are you happy? If so, why?

How can you be happy?

Don't you watch the news?

- Finally, as in all good tales,

Larry is saved by the love

of an ethereal young woman.

She is his muse,

every guy's wet dream,

whose sole purpose

is to service his every need.

And only when with this clichd,

vapid little moron

does he feel like the genius

he knew he'd become.

And I said no no no

- All that in 70 pages.

- Ugh.

- So... what do you think?

- Oh...

Of what?

- My book. What do you think?

- Oh, God...

I think it's very well written.

- Yeah, that's what my agent said, too.

- I just, uh...

Am I the...

... "ethereal young woman"?

- Well, it's, you know, it's fiction,

so it's...

a bit of an oversimplification.

But, essentially, yeah.

- Okay. Should I just...

say everything I thought?

- Yeah. Of course.

Tell me. Come on, I can take it.

- Okay.

Well... Larry...

... is...

... semi-engaging in that...

pseudo-creepy, self-pitying,

lonely male kind of way.

But if you have the audacity...

the... inaccuracy...

to describe me as "ethereal,"

as some flawless, perfect thing,

then f*** you.

No, f*** you.

You don't know anything about me.

The only reason you think I am ethereal

is because all we do is have sex

and flirt and have sex.

- There is more to you than that.

- I know that! I know.

But I'm not here to save you.

I'm the main character of my life!

- Calm down.

- Don't f***ing--

- Ah! Sh*t.

- Ooh.

Sh*t...

- Um... I'm sorry.

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