The Adderall Diaries Page #3
imagining
what might be in there?
Imagining.
Man:
And who asked you to draw it?
Cori:
The psychologist.
Man:
Now, did you rememberthe part about your dad
carrying the bag before
the psychologist talked to you?
I'm not sure.
Do you have trouble with keeping
things straight sometimes, Cori?
Do you get a little, you know,
confused, sometimes?
I don't want to do this anymore.
Can I stop now?
Okay. Thank you, pal.
Did Cori always call his parents
No, I don't think so, actually.
It seemed at some of the earlier custody
trial statements, he would say "my mom",
but I don't know when he started
calling Hans "Hans".
Some of them.
Anything public record.
Can I see it?
All right. So this is
the first one
where Cori is calling
his mother Nina,
and Hans was already
called Hans.
Hmmm.
This was three months
before she disappeared.
Mm-hmm.
Hey, can you get documents
from other states,
not just New York?
Uh, yeah. Wha...
What are you thinking?
Illinois.
Yeah, sure. Why?
'Cause I grew up in Chicago.
What are you looking for?
How about the hearing
where my father was convicted
of neglect and abuse
and I was made
a ward of the state.
What are you gonna do with it?
I don't know. All my book
deals went to sh*t,
and my editor says
they're gonna stay that way
until I come up with some proof
that all that stuff
actually happened.
I have to publish it
in an important publication.
Like say the times?
Stephen:
I wouldn't ask you to do that.
I kind of just did,
but that's okay.
I'd love to help.
Does this look like
what you're looking for?
Stephen:
Yeah.
Now the only problem is
I can't write it.
Of course you can.
Write whatever you want.
Stephen:
No, I just can't write.I mean...
It just happens.
Last time it lasted six months.
Lana:
And then what?
Then I started taking Adderall.
Okay. It's printing.
What if we published
this as is? Hmmm?
Print it full page,
complete with your
handwritten annotations.
That's something
people would notice,
and you wouldn't have to
write anything.
I think that you're brilliant.
I know.
There's a term
for what you are right now.
C*nt struck.
- F*** you.
- C*nt struck.
That's not a word.
Yeah, that is.
It's an old word,
old-timey word.
It's like cuntwinked.
Or the more politically
correct version, hoodwinked.
Come on, you don't know this?
No.
Huh?
What's the male version?
- Cock hobbled.
- Shut the f*** up!
me and you don't know that?
Hey. I put this on
so I'd remember
to give it to you.
Remember this?
Yeah.
Yeah. I was going through
this old box
and thought
I'd give it back to you.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
You sure you're ready to part
ways with that?
Thought it would make you happy.
- Yeah, it did.
- You could give it to Jax.
It belonged to my grandmother.
Stephen:
Yeah, I remember.
You gave it to me
Remember, you said
I sure don't.
It meant a lot to me
at the time.
Yeah? That's interesting.
'Cause I didn't give it to you,
Stephen.
- What?
- It got stolen
from my jacket at a party.
What are you talking about? I was
in the hospital at Northwestern.
No, doesn't matter.
Forget it.
It matters to me.
Look, you were pissed off at me
'cause I made that shitty joke
about your mom
in the wheelchair
peein' herself, yeah?
- Yeah, I remember.
- Yeah, and the chain broke,
and I had it in my jacket pocket
and then it went missin'
at the party.
This is not how I remember it.
I believe that's not
how you remember,
because you have a convenient
way of rememberin' things.
- What? We're done?
- Yeah, we're done.
Roger.
Lana:
Why don't you just tell mewhat you're looking for?
What you like?
Because I don't want to
scare you away.
Do I seem like
somebody scared to you?
Stephen:
No.
You're the last person
I want to show my flaws to.
You're showing them to somebody.
I know you're not getting
these marks on your own.
No, I'm not.
I just don't want to wonder
who else you're with.
Give me a chance.
Tie this wrist.
Now tie it to the bed.
Now tie this one.
Tie it really tight.
Like that?
Yeah.
Take one nail.
Run it down.
Slower.
Slow.
Harder.
Harder.
Like that?
Stephen:
Yeah.
Kiss me.
Well, fine,
but I like the Hans idea.
Jen:
Look, I think they haveThis doesn't even
resemble the book
they're paying you to write.
Okay, no, fine.
I did that,
but it's a better idea.
Yeah, I'm not really sure
that I can sell this, Steve.
Look, Norman mailer,
Truman Capote...
They were both
at the top of their games
and then they got
massive writer's block, right?
- And then?
- They fell into addiction.
Exactly. And what happens?
A murder trial.
Truman Capote writes his masterpiece,
changes American literature.
Norman mailer wins
the freakin' Pulitzer prize.
Jen:
Oh, so Hans Reiser isgonna win you a Pulitzer now?
No, I'm just... He's interesting,
that's all. It's what I want to write.
Fine. As long as you're
actually writing something.
I don't know.
You're gonna have to
get me some pages
if you want me to pitch
this change, actual pages.
Um, cool.
You got it.
Yes, I promise.
I promise. I promise.
Okay.
Okay. Bye.
I made breakfast.
I see that.
Eggs Benedict.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
It's just um...
This was taped to my front door.
Motherf***er!
You stay away from her.
If you ever hurt them,
I swear to god
I'm gonna f***ing kill you.
Oh, come on.
You're so dramatic!
- Come here.
- No.
Oh! I see how it is.
Tough guy.
All right,
you handsome motherf***er.
At least come on in.
Come on!
You want a 7-up?
Hey, let's get a steak, huh?
My treat.
Where's Cynthia?
She's in Florida.
You know how much I can't stand
the f***in' silverbacks.
So you're just
spending her money alone?
Yeah, she sends her love
to you, too.
Cynthia, you know,
she had me clean out the attic.
I was visiting
your step-sister.
She's going to Yale now,
did you know that?
I thought I might stop by here
and see if you wanted
any of this.
You came all this way
to give me a box?
I came to see my son.
Why? You obviously hate me.
Oh, hey, now come on,
don't say that.
Why do you say that?
'Cause you humiliated me!
Congratulations,
I hope you're happy.
I'm not happy.
That didn't make me happy.
Then why would you do that?
You told everyone I was dead.
So did you!
Yeah, well, I mean, there's
storytellers in this family.
I... I've read everything
you've ever written.
I've come all the way
across the country
they're celebrating my son,
the big-shot literary genius
because I'm proud of you
and I'm sittin' there,
listenin' to these stories,
and every time,
the monster father
dies a horrible death
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