Krystal Page #6

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What is the matter

with you people?

"You people" is your people.

Not anymore!

No, I renounce you!

I renounce you totally!

You all have everything, and for the

first time, I had someone who was mine!

She wasn't yours.

In my heart she was!

In my heart

I was not alone anymore.

- You've never been alone.

- Alone?

I have always been alone!

Ever since finding Satan

in the attic!

- Satan...?

- In the attic? Dude.

And I run to tell you, and all

you did was promise me a pony.

Pony? What pony?

And now you do this.

I never promised him a pony.

Hey.

Oh, my God.

I told you to f*** off.

I tried. It didn't work.

Now listen, I know that you

don't want to hear this.

But I really love you.

And there's nothing you can do

and nothing you can say

that will ever,

ever make me stop.

Try this on for size...

I know your father.

[car alarm chirps]

[car alarm chirps]

[chuckles]

That's my car.

Right? Right?

That's, that's my car.

You think

you're freaked out?

I walk into your house,

with my son, and there he is!

- Spanky!

- Spanky?

Your father.

He told us he was a roadie

with the Allman Brothers.

Us?

You know, the girls.

Sh*t.

Why did you call him Spanky?

You are young.

[hip hop music playing]

[Willie] Well, well, well.

[chuckles]

Here's the irony of the thing.

Oh! Irony and spanking

in the same story.

Your father

gives me this book.

The History of OM.

And man,

that book knocked me out,

- right off of my feet!

- [bell jingles]

"To catch a raindrop

on your tongue.

To be alive in the dawn

of your new skin."

How was I supposed to know that

Spanky was Dr. Wyatt Ogburn?

You just assumed he was a well-read

roadie for the Allman Brothers?

Hi, folks.

Um, please remember

to not park in the front of D&D

on the Parkway after 10 p.m.

I just started praying.

I started chanting.

During the actual spanking

sessions or would you take breaks?

And we'll do birthdays

next Monday.

Sir, we have

a no smoking policy.

- I can't believe this.

- [woman] Everyone.

Lord, grant me the serenity

to accept the things

I cannot change,

the courage to change

the things I can,

- and the wisdom to know the difference."

- Why don't y'all have a seat?

All right, for those of you

that had the great misfortune

of missing last week's speaker

and for those of you who have

clamored for his return,

Bo, everyone.

- [woman] Oh, yeah!

- Bo!

[man] Yeah,

he's good, he's good.

[Bo] Hi, I'm Bo, and I'm

an alcoholic and an addict.

[all] Hi, Bo.

When I first joined AA,

I wanted the men to fear me

and the women to love me.

But now the men love me

and the women fear me.

I smoked my first joint

when I was 12.

My parents,

they were devout Baptists

so they took me

to the minister

and he said to me every time

I smoked marijuana,

- I was letting the Devil in my soul.

- The Devil!

That's right.

Satan became my best friend.

'Cause Satan's fuel

is nothing more than fear,

the fear that danced

around in my dreams.

Fear of the dark.

Too much light.

My reflection in the mirror.

My father's eyes.

His silence.

His voice.

After a million miles

of bad road,

I... I woke up to flies,

buzzing around the syringe.

Empty bottles

of Thunderbird everywhere.

Weird sh*t written

all over the walls.

And something really sticky

in my hair.

[chuckles]

[Bo] And then a voice...

welcomed me

to the end of the line.

Who's voice?

I think God got us here.

And I think faith

keeps us coming back,

the faith that gives us wings.

Or at least

a soft place to land.

Happy landing, Bo.

[Bo] So now,

you gotta ask yourself,

- why are you here.

- Let's get out of here.

[Bo] And what's chasing you?

Who's chasing you?

And why do you think

he can't get you in this room?

Boy, am I glad to see you.

There, there, dearheart.

I'm not dead yet.

I am, however,

moving to Detroit.

To live with my son.

He insists.

Detroit's a little better than

being dead, don't you think?

Vera, I don't think I can keep

coming back anymore.

Oh, dear.

I don't know

what I'm coming back to.

You're leaving,

the gallery's closing,

my family is blowing up

right in front of me and...

she's gone.

Ah. She.

You know, Taylor, sometimes

coming back over and over again

is just plain embarrassing.

And foolish, because the more

you keep coming back,

the farther and farther away whatever

you've been coming back for gets.

It's a corollary to this:

the more desperately

you think you want something,

the more you're never,

ever going to get it.

So what do you do?

You wait.

Be still and wait.

For what?

For whatever

you've been coming back to,

to come back to you.

And what if

it doesn't come back?

I don't have time

for what-if's.

Here. This should help.

I'm really going to miss you.

Now go on.

Be young, for both of us.

["Can't Live (Without You)"

by Air Supply]

I can't give any more

[music stops]

- [music starts again]

- [Campbell] No!

If he plays that song again I'm

gonna blow my f***ing brains out.

God.

How long do you think

he's gonna be up there?

Well, it's been days.

- What do you think he's doing?

- He's wallowing.

- On a theoretical level...

- Oh, for God's sakes.

...do you think parents are

responsible for everything?

Generally? No.

- Specifically?

- Yes.

In that case, shall we?

I can't live

If living is without you

I can't live

I can't give anymore

- I can't live

- [knocking on door]

Son? Son?

We just... We've been talking,

and we just want to,

as a family,

apologize if we in any way...

- Stop.

- [music stops]

It occurs to me, Dad...

that I never would have met her

if you hadn't written that book.

It occurs to me, Mom, that...

her beauty would have sailed

right over my head

if I had never read

one of your poems.

And it occurs to me, Campbell, that

I never would have been bold enough

to paint myself in Bo if it hadn't

been for the boldness of your brush.

What have you

been doing up here?

- Waiting.

- For what?

[cell phone rings

and vibrates]

Hey, man!

Okay. It's okay. Where?

Okay. Got it. I'm on the way.

I can't live

If living is without you

I can't live

I can't give anymore

I can't live

If living is without you

I can't live

I can't give anymore

If living is without you...

- Is she here?

- No.

Are you okay?

Yeah, but I'm glad

you're here.

Willie has completely

lost his sh*t.

He says he went to some meeting

and they voodoo'd his ass.

He doesn't sleep,

he just draws like a madman

- and screams at my mom that she's a witch.

- Where is she?

I'm stuck here in this f***ing

chair watching the days die

and listening to the flies buzz and

I got a bad case of the dreads.

The only dude

I could think of was you.

Where is she?

This oughta be good.

[car door shuts]

[sighs]

Gee. Hi. Mom. Nice to see you again.

Glad you're still breathing.

I'm f***ing thrilled.

Do you remember Taylor? Huh?

What the f*** are you...? You know

what, it doesn't even matter.

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