Goats
Goat Man took me
on my first trek when I was 11.
Not long after that,
he taught me how to do bong hits.
It doesn't matter
where we go on these treks.
We just wander.
Goat Man says it's
the journey that counts.
Which I know is clich.
In a few days, I leave
for the prep school my father went to.
Goat Man's calling this my "farewell trek".
He says I should soak up as much
of the Sonoran sun as I can.
But he's the one doing
most of the soaking.
Whoo!
You won't have all this
at Gates Academy.
Naked men shouldn't squat.
Do you ever worry
about your parents?
Did you ever?
No.
Not really.
Wendy will be fine.
I'll watch her.
Goat Man once told me
that in certain Native American tribes,
an elder leads a young man out
into the wilderness to fend for himself
until he has a vision.
She never lets me milk her.
In one tribe, if no vision comes
they'll chop off a fingertip
and sacrifice it to the Great Spirit.
Thanks.
Goat Man says I'm not quite ready
for this rite of passage.
Sorry I messed up the trek, Goat Man.
It's not your fault.
come out here with brand new boots.
and let you walk around in them
for a couple days
before coming out here.
Goat Man was my parents' friend first.
My mother claims
she can't remember how they met,
but Goat Man told me
he used to sell them peyote.
At one point Goat Man was broke,
so in exchange for cleaning the pool
and taking care of the landscaping,
they let him live in our pool house.
When I was a baby, my father left
and Goat Man stayed.
My mom hasn't paid
a bill in her entire life.
how much money she
has in her trust fund.
Ten more minutes.
I'm going away to school, Frieda.
I need you to listen
to Goat Man while I'm gone.
This is my neighbor Aubrey.
She's hot, yes,
but at the risk
of sounding like a misogynist...
I see you, Ellis!
What, are you jacking off back there?
...she's sort of a rancid b*tch.
No, Frieda just stopped to eat.
- That's a goat.
- You're so dead!
Pervert!
Ignore the pain.
Luckily, her meat headed boyfriend
was barefoot.
Messed up feet
and a big cut on your forehead.
Not a very good send off.
Thanks, Goat Man.
Are you packed yet?
Yeah, I finished this morning.
I prepared a bag of buds for you.
That sh*t will cream your spinach.
Ever heard of security checks?
I'll mail it to you.
He could have the best weed
on the East Coast.
Probably a Facebook addict with halitosis.
My boy's leaving me tomorrow.
Leaving me for the big bad world
of Gates Academy.
Ellis, your feet are all red!
From my new hiking boots.
Figures F***er Frank would send you
third-rate hiking boots.
- Tightwad.
- Those are, like, $300 boots from Italy.
I wish I had a pair.
That's not good parenting.
He should try calling
you once in a while,
I ordered you 14 Oxford shirts.
You'll barely ever have to do laundry.
- Okay?
- Thanks.
Not to mention everything else
that I bought you.
I appreciate it.
You don't have to leave, you know.
You can still change your mind.
You act like I'm going off to war.
You don't get it, do you?
You don't get it.
- I'm sad.
- You still have me.
Jav!
I paid 700 extra to
the electric company,
so you won't have to worry about that
and I renewed the insurance on the Volvo.
You don't even know
how much I'm going to miss you.
You don't know. You don't know.
You don't know.
I'm gonna miss you, too.
A lot.
Mom.
My flight's in two hours.
The white zone is for
immediate loading
and unloading of passengers...
You don't have to wait.
My flight's not, like, for another hour.
- You sure?
- Yeah.
Go on. The goats are roasting in there.
I'll be fine.
You take care of Wendy, all right?
- I'll call you once I get there...
- Don't worry.
Many rivers to cross, partner.
Bye, guys. Be good.
- Bullshit.
Frieda!
Damn it.
Wendy has referred to my father
as "F***er Frank"
for as long as I can remember.
So you can imagine her reaction
when I told her
I had secretly applied
and was accepted here,
the same prep school he went to.
So I heard this story
about this guy who went to Berkeley,
he would go to sleep,
he would wake up
and his ass would be sore.
So after three months of this,
'cause it got really bad,
he decided to go to the doctor
and try to find out what's going on.
And the doctor said, "Well, have you
been having any anal sex lately?
"Because that's what it looks like
your ass has been doing. "
And the guy's like, "No, no. I'm straight.
So the guy calls the cops to see if they
can maybe figure out what's going on,
and it turns out that his roommate
was knocking him out
with colorform every single night
and butt f***ing him. Crazy, right?
Can I hang this on the door?
You must be Barney Cannel.
Yes, sir.
I was hoping Wilt Chamberlain there
was Barney Cannel.
How tall are you, son?
I was 5'10" last time I checked.
- I'm out of shape, though.
- Get in shape. Run for us.
I don't think I'd be any good.
Come on, don't tell me
you're not going to play any sports.
I haven't really thought about it.
Dough boy,
we practice every day from 3:00 to 4:00.
You miss two, you're off the team.
Yes, sir.
Where are you going to go to college?
My brother Todd, he goes to Yale.
That's where I'm going. Yale.
- Are you serious?
- Is that guy homeless?
No. He's a botanist.
And a goat trekker.
Is he your dad?
No.
You're only supposed to be buttoned up
for the convocation, moron.
Welcome to Gates, boys.
Hi, I'm Barney Cannel,
Todd Cannel's younger brother.
Right.
Todd told me to tell you
that he very much enjoys Yale.
Thank you.
- And you're Ellis Whitman?
- Yes, sir.
Dr. Eldridge.
We're happy to have you at Gates.
Your father Frank and I were roommates,
you know,
and I was lucky enough
to run with him senior year.
My father ran for student government?
He was class president,
but I meant cross-country.
We were on
the cross-country team together.
How is he?
He's fine, I guess.
You look like him, you know.
Tell him to give me a phone call, will you?
- Yeah, sure.
- See you, boys.
Hey, I didn't know
Eldridge and your dad boned.
It's been 23 days
and four hours since I last got high.
The one kid I thought
was a stoner here
turned out to just be a slob.
There's no good Mexican food
in a 200-mile radius.
Goat Man's been incommunicado.
And when my classless,
Teletubby of a roommate
isn't whining about his grades,
he's copying my homework.
Sorry.
I shouldn't even be here.
Our secret.
You know that one girl
The one who Rosenberg says
is a prostitute?
She's always sneaking in the library
and using our sh*t.
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