People Places Things Page #7
Yes, please tell me.
They split up.
That's a beautiful story.
Thank you, it's my life, so...
What is this?
It is a giant magical book
that takes you into
a slightly depressing
You want me to read this?
Yeah.
Holy crap,
are these original drawings?
Let me know what you think,
okay?
Uh, yeah, okay.
See ya.
I have some notes.
What do you mean "notes?"
You need an ending.
Hey, how do you know
where I live?
What, dude! Come on, I'm 19.
I know everything
about everything.
So are you going to
let me in or what?
So, what's this guy
going to do?
Which guy?
This guy.
I don't... I don't know, what
Move on with his life?
Is he? 'Cause he seems
kind of stuck.
Stuck in what?
It's the middle of the day and
you're still wearing your pajamas.
These are golf pants.
- They're so ugly.
- I'm working.
- Can I see?
- It's not really...
Now, these are
just things that I
painstakingly
drew out of anger.
You've got to let her go.
- Let who go?
- The person you keep drawing.
I don't... I don't know
Yes, you do.
- So you don't like the book?
- No, I love the book.
But I especially like
this character.
A lot.
Yeah. Thank you.
I like that character as well.
Hmm.
You know, I showed it to her?
- Why would you do that? -I live with her.
It's a big book.
She has a few notes.
They're very good.
Maybe you should call her up
and talk to her.
- I'm not going to call her.
- Why not?
Because she told me
not to call her again.
Then call her anyway.
- But she had only one rule...
- Don't call her.
Who cares? Just call her.
Or like, don't call her.
Just do something... Anything!
Otherwise, what is the whole
point of this thing?
This place is gross.
Please don't touch
the flowers, sir.
Oh, no. I wasn't, I was just...
The flowers are for looking,
not touching.
Oh.
This is a private event.
Yeah, I'm invited.
- Bride or groom?
- I'm neither.
Are you here
for the bride or groom?
- Daddy!
- I'm with these guys.
- Hey.
- What are you doing here?
Mama didn't think
you were coming.
Do you know where Mama is?
I kind of need to talk to her.
Is everything okay?
Are we still going to have to
play the cello?
Hold that thought.
Oh.
Hey, uh... It's you.
Hey, Gary.
I didn't think you were coming.
I need to...
I need to tell you something.
Oh, boy. Yeah?
I, uh...
- Oh?
No, I, uh... I understand.
I think you should.
I don't care what you think.
- Stop nodding.
- Right, sorry. Oh.
I just did it again. Um...
What should I...
What should I do?
I... I think I'm...
I choose closing my eyes.
I'm just... Please don't
hit me in the face.
I'll punch you wherever I like.
That's fair.
Stop agreeing with me.
Sorry. You're right.
Just whenever you're...
Jesus!
Ow! Ow!
- Are you... Are you okay, Gary?
- No, that was my ear, man!
- I know, well, you said not the
face so I didn't know. -Goddamn it!
The ear is the face!
I don't think of the ear
as the part of the face.
The ear is part of the face.
I don't think of it
as part of the face.
Well, that's not true.
That's definitely not true.
The ear is part of the face.
I think the face
is this oval here.
That's what I teach
in drawing class.
Okay, I... I don't think so.
That's not the way
I was taught, but...
Shall we agree to disagree?
Sure. Agree to disagree.
That was a...
That was a good hit, man.
Thank you.
My hand really hurts
from your ears,
so if that's any consolation.
Well...
Do you know where she is?
Nobody... Nobody can find her,
she's not answering her phone.
Are you serious?
Well, I don't know,
I don't know you.
I don't know
your sense of humor.
I'm not kidding.
Hey, I love her, you know?
Yeah.
I know now.
- You came.
- I came.
Your pants are too short.
Yeah, I just got them.
You look good.
There are people
looking for you.
And only you know
where to find me.
It kind of helped that you
texted me where you were.
What are you doing?
I'm afraid
I don't think of what we did
as a mistake.
It didn't work out.
It did...
And then it didn't.
What does that mean?
It means...
We can't predict
what's going to happen.
Or how we're going to change.
I love you.
I love you, too.
But if you wait any longer, you're
going to miss your wedding.
Are we friends?
We're more than that.
What are we?
We're parents.
- Okay, you first.
- No.
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