I Used to Be Darker Page #3
It almost feels like
I'm being slipped a 20.
Really.
Yeah, you know I think
I'd probably rather just
take a punch in the face
than to feel that
handshake again.
Well, my sh*t's gone.
There is no one coming
back to take it anymore.
Who is that new guy?
Nick?
Thanks for
the drink, Bill.
Stay, finish it.
No.
Maybe I should take Taryn.
- No.
Just let her lie.
Just call me when
Abby gets home.
If she wakes me up.
I gotta go.
Thanks for coming.
Good night, Bill.
Drive safe.
F***!
My wife here?
Yeah, let me get her.
No, don't bother.
It's no trouble,
really.
Kim.
Maybe we should
hang here a minute.
Kim?
Is this your room?
Is this where
you entertain?
This is not your house
to storm into, Bill.
You come into
my house as you please.
Well, I won't anymore.
Looks like I've got some
catching up to do here.
This is not okay.
No, not much is okay.
Abby's in New York
because she can't
stand being around you.
I come home
from work today
and Taryn is on the curb with
all of her bags packed,
waiting for the next
stranger to come pick her up.
What?
She's your sister's kid.
It's time
for you to deal.
Okay.
I'm sorry about Taryn,
I'll deal with her.
You talked to Abby, she's okay?
- How long has it been this kid?
How long have
you been f***ing this kid
who you brought into
my house last week?
I am not comfortable
having you here.
I am not concerned about your
comfort level right now.
We're going to do this.
We are going to have a fight right now.
- Yeah.
It's really all we know
how to do anymore.
We're fighters.
Jesus, Bill.
If you don't leave,
I'm going to call the police.
F*** you, Kim.
Get your bags.
Mind if I don't walk you
back up to the house?
Good.
Take care of yourself.
Thank you
for rescuing me.
If you ever need
rescuing.
I'm going to miss having
you around the house.
Made it
a lot less lonely.
Found it.
Nice.
Is that you?
Yeah, everyone
thought I was a boy.
You're too pretty
to be a boy.
What's that
you're holding?
I don't know.
A dinosaur maybe.
We went down to
the boardwalk every summer.
I know.
It's like the one thing
my mum liked about
her childhood.
Yeah, that was fun.
I looked for your house
when I was down there.
I don't think I was
in the right place.
Is that my my mum?
Yeah, did you know
your mom raced cars?
No.
She looks like
a punk.
Yeah, she was a punk.
I'm not like her.
You are
in some ways.
Having you here makes
me miss her.
Cute.
Your mom went to England
when I was in high school.
I started playing
guitar...
... and then I left pretty
soon after as well.
I would have rather
grown up with you.
Yeah, tell that
to Abby.
If she ever
talks to me again.
She'll talk to you
before she talks to me.
I want you to call
your mom tomorrow.
I'm scared.
She's going to be
so pissed off.
Trust me.
She needs to
hear your voice.
Does it suck?
Being a mother?
No.
It's hard, though,
especially when...
... the person
you'd die for
doesn't want to
talk to you.
Are we all
just f***ed?
I hope not.
No, I don't think so.
Does it get
any easier?
No.
Promise me you'll call
her tomorrow, okay?
Yeah, okay.
Dad?
Hey, Minnow.
What time is it?
Late.
Are you okay?
I thought you were
staying in New York.
I changed my mind.
Anyway, I didn't
bring any clothes.
And how was
your audition?
Yeah.
Tired?
F***ing Delaware.
Taryn is at your mom's.
I'm glad you're back.
Come on, Rocky.
Come sleep with me.
Goodnight, kiddo.
Goodnight.
Thanks, everybody.
Thanks for coming.
Make sure you
take care of Jimi,
he's a national treasure.
I don't
want to lose him.
Here we go.
One, two,
one, two, three, four.
After the war
we'll settle down
Move out west
buy a house in California
Oh-oh-oh
After the war
Find a job that pays you
a whole lotta money
Raise an American child
Born under
a blanket of fear
Raised without any kind of
certainty
Searching
for anything real
Raised in a so-called
liberty
Up another
house for sale
How they gonna keep
the dogs away?
After it all
we'll figure it out
We'll start a life
there ain't
No one town better
To raise an American
Raise an American
Raise an American
Raise an American child
Thanks again,
everybody.
Thank you, good night.
I need
a f***ing cupcake.
Wow.
Oh...
That's sweet.
Thanks.
Sounded good, boss.
Yeah, good job.
Good job.
Jimi, good job.
You sounded
real good, man.
I can see why Kim says you're
a national treasure.
Oh, babe, hey.
There you are.
You're a rock star.
Oh yeah,
a sweaty rock star.
Here.
No, thanks.
I thought you were
Irish.
Hey, Tom.
Hey, great show, guys.
Really great.
Thanks for having us.
It's always a pleasure
to have you, Kim.
How are you doing, do you
have enough to drink?
Never.
Never.
Well, we can get you
another round,
but let me warn you,
the next act is up
in about 20
so you're going to
have to keep it moving.
Okay?
Okay.
But thank you, really great show.
- All right.
Thanks, Tom.
Hey, Geoff, pull over,
man, I need some air.
Come on, man,
let's just keep going.
We're almost there.
I have to pee.
Seriously?
Quite seriously.
Go on.
Where are you going?
Getting away from you.
Hey, Taryn.
Jesus, Taryn.
There's probably someone
living in this thing.
But I've always wanted to
ride a tram car.
Where are you going?
Don't care.
What's going on?
I don't know.
They just got out to piss
and ran off.
I think they're
up in that bus thing.
Nick.
Taryn.
Get the f***
back in the van!
I forgot where
we were for a minute.
Yeah.
Good morning, Geoff.
Good morning.
How are you feeling?
Okay.
There's coffee
there if you want.
I just made it.
Yeah, help yourself.
Good morning.
Morning.
Morning.
You sleep okay?
Yeah.
Cat didn't give
you a hard time,
climb up on top
of you?
That cat hates me.
It's kind of her turf
when nobody else is here.
I think we all slept
better with
Golden Boy
out on the porch.
That was a good spot
to leave him.
Golden Boy?
A little
peace and quiet.
Yeah, help yourself
to anything,
whatever's
in the fridge.
Make yourself at home.
Everybody else is.
Nothing happened.
The fact that you even have
to say that is a problem.
You're overreacting.
I can't...
Are you kidding me?
Nick, Taryn is pregnant.
Taryn is pregnant?
I am just
letting you know.
So you know what we're
going through.
So none of that
is an option for you.
There never
was an option.
You gotta go.
I've got enough to
deal with right now.
Knock-knock.
Hey.
Hey.
I found you
in the '90s.
On the Interweb.
Think I should
grow my beard back?
No.
It makes you look sad.
Monday...
Not bad, though,
the music, right?
I'm into it.
Crazy.
I'm going to
take a jog.
Want to get
some pizza later?
Golden Star?
Maybe.
I might go out.
Feel free to start my room
if you get inspired.
Break a leg.
Just kidding, don't.
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