Growing Up and Other Lies Page #5
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Right.
So I am telling him
that the rash
has spread to my legs
and I'm having trouble walking.
Ah. Oh.
Ergo, I won't be able
to go to his doctor.
Yeah.
Well...
Sounds medically dubious.
Yeah.
Hey, do you think that
the guys hate me?
Yeah.
No, seriously.
I mean, the whole lawyer
thing, the money,
it just feels different
than when we were all
unemployed and broke.
Yeah, you don't wanna
go back to that, though.
Well, I mean, do I?
Remember how much
you used to give blood?
Yeah...
It's not safe.
Yeah, but it was... It
was sort of exciting.
I guess.
I keep thinking about
what the most important thing
is for my son, what I...
What I want for him the most,
besides, obviously
wanting him to be...
Healthy, easy-going...
Yeah, sure.
I think it's just
for him to be confident
and not worrying all the time,
about what everyone else thinks.
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
I like that.
I'm sorry for your loss.
My God...
The thing is, that I can't really talk
to my friends about it, you know.
They're good guys, but...
It's... We're not
really the kind of guys
who can, you know,
open up and...
And really, I'm sorry,
is there meant
to be, like, a booth
or a partition, or wall, or...
That's confession in a
Catholic church, Jacob.
We are Episcopalian.
Sure. Okay.
Just kind of feels weird talking
to someone I can't see.
I feel that way every
time I talk to God.
Zing.
Not really.
No. I guess not.
Well, I may as well
just dive into it, then.
I think I'm still in love
with Tabatha.
There it is.
I am.
And I also know
that my dad needs me.
That's important.
Especially now.
He's sick.
But I just... I can't
shake this feeling
that maybe leaving is
the wrong thing to do.
Let me tell you this.
God very rarely
limits us to two options.
In fact, our choices
are endless, infinite.
But it is up to us to make one.
I would love to be able
to tell you what to do.
But I'm an Episcopalian,
not a Catholic priest.
Right.
I get it. Okay.
You know what, just before I...
I'm not 100% on it.
So, when you say "infinite"
you know, there...
How many is that exactly?
It's like with Jesus.
Okay, hold on.
Accepting we all know how
that turned out for him.
You know.
No, I'm just... It's just...
I'm just saying.
It's probably not the
best example, that's all.
Go on.
I tell you what, maybe it's time
that you convert some of
that analytical energy
into kinetic energy.
Right.
Why is he taking us east?
Maybe he's
gonna go to the bathroom.
I need a cupcake.
I'm out of breath.
What the f*** is this?
It's a birthday
party for children.
Goddamn it!
Hey.
Jake!
Yeah! Hey.
Hey. Hey, Raja, Ankur.
Marty. Wait. Did you
finish your walk?
No, not yet.
We will.
I just wanted to...
Have you got a second?
Could I talk to you
for a second?
Uh, yeah.
Okay.
Of course.
Come on.
No, I'm not cheating!
I'm serious.
I cannot f***ing believe this.
I haven't been... No, I
abandoned work for this
and now, Jake just diverts the
whole thing for his ex-girlfriend?
It's unconscionable!
I wanna fly!
Oh! Hey, there.
Sorry, little fella,
but we're all out of pixie dust.
Oh. Oh my...
Oh, my God!
He just licked me! Yeah!
Get him! Get him!
Why did you lick me,
you little monster?
Hey! I gotcha!
Hands! Stop it!
Stop it!
Ricky, Ricky, Ricky,
go, go over there.
Over there.
Ugh! That kid is awful! Oh.
Kid is my son.
Oh! Hey, friend.
Guys.
Hey, Zeke, how you doing?
Whoa! Blast from
the past...
What are you guys doing here?
Jake came to visit Tabatha.
We're on a bit of a...
Nostalgia tour.
Seriously?
Yeah.
I thought nostalgia was supposed
to be a pleasant thing.
Right. So...
Yeah.
So you have to sh*t
in a bathtub?
Yeah, two weeks, and
you can't tell anyone.
You have to deny it forever.
Yeah...
You know, I forgive that.
Really?
Yeah! For the love of my life, yeah.
Yeah. Wow!
Wow.
Yeah. But that does not
give you permission
to sh*t in Chuck and Joyce's bathtub.
Do not do it.
- Oh, bummer.
- Yeah.
And as far as the second part...
Hey, should I stay in New York?
Do you think?
Am I doing the right thing by...
I gotta get back to the party.
Hmm.
You still got it.
Yeah.
Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
You got a problem?
You got an issue?
Do you have a problem?
All right, I'm gonna
give it a shot.
Oh. Yeah, sure. She
doesn't like men, so...
Oh. Let's see how this works.
There you go. Yeah.
There you go.
Kids like me.
Yeah.
I don't really like them.
But what are you gonna do?
Don't ruin her life.
Ah.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Okay.
Argh! Go!
Whoo!
Terrible choice.
Gun!
It's Melanie!
Melanie Ortmeyer?
Well, Melanie Macdonald now.
I thought that was you.
Do you remember me?
You're that girl that
doesn't listen, right?
I can't believe it! So
what are you doing here?
Living a personal nightmare.
This is such a coincidence.
You know, I just
had a dream about you.
Who cares!
God! You know, I haven't seen
you since Teach for America.
Yeah. I was a f***ing
disaster, right?
You don't really wanna
have this conversation.
Oh!
Do you?
You're here with Jake.
I saw him, too.
It's just like old times, huh?
Not at all.
I've got my little rugrat
running around here somewhere.
I don't give a sh*t.
You have stupid glasses.
You never would've have
thought I'd be a mom, right?
I thought you'd be dead by now.
I feel so old
just saying it to you...
Yeah, same to you later.
Oh. Bye!
Ahh! Why is this
happening to me?
Help!
You f***ing bit me
Yeah.
Yeah. Get him.
Oh, my God!
It's a nightmare!
Yes...
Oh, God!
Get off. Get off of me!
Um...
Do you have
another second just to...
It'll be quick.
Oh. I can't.
Well, we can. We did.
So we've already
kind of, you know, done.
It's been did. So...
I... I can't...
I'm still in love with you.
So...
Yeah.
I'll you get back to the
pixie dust station.
Okay. Don't say it
unless you mean it.
Okay, then, I'm still
in love with you.
Tabatha...
Look.
My parents are having one of
their pre-show dinner parties
in, like, in an hour and a half?
Why don't you come by?
We'll talk.
Yeah. Done.
All right.
Look, I... I'm just
warning you.
I've been crying for, like,
three days, on and off.
Mostly, on.
So I don't know if this is
nostalgia or... I just...
Come at your own peril,
that's what I'm saying.
Understood.
Okay, no more talking.
We'll talk about it
on the way over.
Okay.
Great.
Oh. Can I
meet you there?
Mmm-hmm.
Okay.
Okay.
F***...
How quickly... What is the
vaginal rejuvenation like?
Good question.
That I don't actually know.
Because Noreen
had a c-section.
Oh, okay.
Right, so it was fine.
Or it would've been fine
if we have had any desire
to have sex afterwards.
Do you remember boys'
breakfast every Saturday?
Yeah.
God.
The only way that a
girl would get invited
was if she'd slept with one
of us the night before.
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