Lymelife Page #6

Get out of my house.

see the guy

at the end of the bar?

Tell him to come down here.

Mick.

How the f*** are you?

Yeah?

Yeah, Melissa told me you sold

the last of the plots.

Congratulations.

Yeah, I couldn't have done it

without her.

Oh, absolutely.

I tell myself that every day.

She's a real gem, a pro.

Well, sit down.

Let's catch up,

have a little drink.

Buy you a drink.

- One drink?

- Yeah.

I got time for a quick drink.

I got a lot

of sh*t going on, boy.

You sure do.

You sure do, Mick.

Let me see if I...

that's all right.

I'll remember.

Let me... my friend, uh...

a, uh...

uh, uh, a gimlet, neat.

You got a sharp memory.

So she tells me

that the, uh, penicillin,

is it, uh, working for you?

Mm.

Oh, god, it... no, it's, uh...

who the f*** knows?

I mean, one day,

the doctor tells me

it's ms, right?

And then the next day,

he tells me it's...

What?

- Syphilis?

- Yeah.

Yes, f***ing syphilis.

What amazes me, Mick,

is that this tiny little bug

no bigger than a pimple

on your ass

can change your life.

Yeah, that's a real shame.

Hey, Mick...

you ever think about

how it could have been you?

You were sitting right next

to me on that hunting trip,

you remember?

Yeah, you remember?

Do you have, uh, syphilis?

Well, you know, sometimes...

I wish it was syphilis.

Come on.

Yeah.

- Come on.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on.

Uh, thanks for the drink.

I got to go.

I'll catch you.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks again.

Hey, Mick, Mick!

You want to hear this sh*t?

Do you want to hear it,

yes, no, maybe?

Well, I'll tell you anyway.

Come on.

Melissa.

Melissa.

She comes home the other day,

and she tells me,

you know, she's got

to talk to me right now,

all this serious dramatic sh*t.

She accuses me

of imagining all this.

What was the word she used?

Uh, "psychosomatic,"

you know, we bring things on

ourselves.

So she's a f***ing philosopher

all of a sudden.

Now, I'm thinking,

where did she pick that up?

I have no idea, Charlie,

but I'm real sorry about it.

Well, come on, now, Mick.

You see her every day.

I'm wondering if someone's been

whispering in her ear

like a little sh*t bird.

Charlie, I got my own

f***ing problems, okay?

Hey, Mick.

Fartlett.

What the f***

did you just say?

What? I didn't say anything?

You are so f***ing lucky

you got your brother.

Hey, f*** you.

You f***... oh, sh*t.

Oh, oh.

Oh.

You f***... oh!

Get off me!

Get off me!

Aaah!

Ow! Get off me!

Get off me.

Oh.

Ah!

Ah!

Aaah!

What the hell is this?

Get out of the car

right now.

Yes, you're gonna apologize

to this boy.

For what?

This boy does not have

the luxuries you do.

He's less fortunate

than you are.

Yeah, he's still

a f***ing a**hole.

Scotty, god damn it.

Ow.

When Jimmy came here,

he almost killed him.

He didn't have to apologize.

What, Jimmy beat

this boy too?

Yes, a long time ago.

And I heard you say "f***"

- Watch your mouth.

- "F***, f***, motherf***er."

- Scotty, stop it.

- You know, f*** this.

Oh, yeah,

I'm sure you give a sh*t.

F*** you. F*** dad.

You guys f***ing suck, man.

I'm glad you decided

to drop by and see the place.

When I picked him up

from school today,

his principal informed me that

he's been suspended for a week.

This O'Leary

gonna press charges?

No, no, they're not, uh...

Mickey, they're not

good parents.

Well, punish him.

You know how.

But I didn't do anything.

Look, we all need

to learn

how to take responsibility

for our actions.

We should at least pay

for this boy's medical expenses.

- Fine.

- He did hit me first.

No, that was months ago.

And he called you

a n*gger-rich savage.

F*** him

and his medical bills.

That was months ago.

And, what, you've been waiting

for the right time

to pounce him?

no.

Today he called me Fartlett.

He called you what?

Fartlett.

Scott, Scott,

you don't think.

What did I tell you

when I built the site

about people being jealous?

Don't you remember?

I don't have to f***ing

listen to you anymore.

F*** you.

Mick.

What is the f***ing point?

You don't need me

to punish him.

No, it's not about that.

What is it about, then?

Some twisted way for you

to make me feel bad?

No.

Look, divorced

and separated parents

let their kids

get away with murder

because they feel guilty

that they broke up the home.

But it's a trap

'cause the kids wind up

feeling resentful,

and even worse, on drugs,

god knows what else.

I mean, I'm out of the f***ing

house 18 hours and 45 minutes,

and you're

dr. F***ing Ruth now?

She's a sex therapist, Mick.

And I saw it on Donahue.

It is true.

He's mad because

you threw his father out.

It's normal.

Is it normal that now he says

he hates his father?

Is that normal too?

Then you accomplished

what you set out to do.

And what's that?

To pin the whole thing

on me.

Oh.

Wow.

I came here for him,

and now you're making it

all about you.

Wow.

She still awake?

That's good.

Throw me down one.

One what?

The smoke,

I could see it

from my window.

Since when do you smoke?

Don't be a tight-ass.

Throw me one.

This thing isn't gonna light

itself, you know.

These always remind me

of my dad...

when he was dying of cancer.

I was your age.

His dad died from it too.

He was so hell-bent

that he was gonna get it,

his nerves were shot.

The f***ing doctors

actually told him to smoke.

Lying in that bed, 80 pounds,

stinking up the whole room.

Ah, what did they know

back then, right?

Hey, come on down.

We'll go to carvel.

We'll go get a shake.

No, I'm tired.

I have school tomorrow.

You're suspended.

Still, mom will get mad

if I go this late.

It's not even 11:00.

Come on down.

She'll never know.

Then I'll be a liar too.

I never lied to her, Scott.

She just never bothered

to ask.

It isn't some state secret that

we haven't been getting along

and for a long time too.

People do stupid things

when they're trying

to get something

that doesn't fit to fit.

I don't know

what to say to you.

But I've already lost one kid

because of my problems

with your mother.

I don't want to lose the other.

Well... well, then why did you

have to f*** her, dad?

It's tough

to be a man, Scott.

You got to make money

to put food on the table.

You got to be a dad

to your kids.

You got to be a husband

to your wife.

The money part I got.

The dad part, I'm batting .500.

The husband part...

then other people

come into the picture

at the right or the wrong time,

and things happen.

I was unhappy.

I am unhappy.

But I promise you that

everything is gonna be okay.

Now, please, come down here

before f***ing carvel closes.

I can't.

Here it is.

Oh.

Okay.

I hope it fits.

I mean, you're growing so fast.

Here, let's put it on.

Oh, nice.

Well, it's not exactly

a saint's name,

but it's too late

to change it now, huh?

So stand up straight.

Let me look at you.

God, you look like a priest.

Mom.

Okay, how about, uh,

you know,

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