The Trouble with Bliss Page #2
That'll be $5. 75, Morris.
Right.
Thanks.
I can never find my key.
What?
Happens a lot. Sometimes
just doesn't want to go in.
Oh, uh, no. It's new.
I usually don't have trouble.
Right. Well, maybe some lube.
- Excuse me?
- The lock.
Right.
Hey, is that a good magazine?
Well, the makeup tips and
sex advice are all wrong,
but the hairstyles and how-to-lose-weight
articles are pretty good.
"Bananas cure everything
from PMS to menopause. "
I didn't know that.
Did you know that?
No, I didn't. I was
actually talking about
the travel magazine, though.
Oh. Oh, right.
It's my husband's, George's.
Oh, here, have it.
I don't even know
why we get it.
You travel much?
Uh, yeah, I travel. A lot.
Or... I plan to travel.
I haven't been anywhere
yet. Soon, though.
Right. What are you doing
Sunday at five P. M. ?
Nothing... I can think of.
Great. Um...
Uh, let me ask you,
do you, uh...
Do you eat that...
what's that stuff called?
- What stuff?
- That Mexican stuff.
- Tacos?
- No, no. Tomatoes and onions.
- Comes in a bottle. It's all chopped up.
- Salsa.
Yeah, right. Salsa.
You eat salsa?
Not often...
But, yeah, I eat it.
Oh. Well, great.
You want to make 125 bucks?
Mmm... what do I have to do?
Nothing!
Oh, well, next to nothing.
I need you for a focus
group for a new salsa.
You just have to look at some
print ads and make some comments.
Sure, yeah, I could do that.
Right, right.
Um...
Troy, right?
Morris.
Uh, Morris Bliss.
Bliss.
Right.
... With wings and feathers,
birds can travel almost
anywhere they want.
What drives them to migrate?
Survival.
Instinct.
Without their instincts,
they would be lost,
blown off course,
but, fortunately,
their instincts
are strong and...
Mmmm.
Yep?
We need to talk.
Stephanie?
I'm outside.
Geez. What, do you
sleep in your clothes?
Yep. I do.
What's up?
Don't worry, I'm not pregnant.
I realize things.
Now that I'm 18,
I realize things.
I realize that...
I like you a lot.
Stephanie thing that we have,
but I realize that this,
our you-and-me,
is not gonna work out.
I have plans, you know?
You just aren't part of 'em.
I'm not a part of your plans?
Nope.
What kind of plans
are you talking about?
Owning my own Subway
sandwich shop, for one.
Be... be serious.
I am being serious.
This boy in my class,
Flabby Robbie,
his dad owns a Subway
on 23rd and 7th Avenue,
and it makes a ton of money.
He actually gets them delivered
to school for lunch.
That's how he makes
friends... free sandwiches.
That's the only reason, actually,
why people like Robbie.
He's kind of sickening.
like he just sneezed
in them, or worse.
Oh, Christ!
What? A rat!
Is that a rat? Oh, my God!
I think that's a rat!
- Where?
- Kill it, kill it, kill it!
Stephanie, get off me!
Oh, my God!
It ran down that way.
I saw it run.
Oh, God.
I hate rats.
Worse than horny cousins,
you know...
- The way you've got to fight 'em off.
- Right.
We had this rat once in
our apartment building.
Used to hang out
in front of the door.
Used to look through the peephole
to make sure I wasn't watching.
It was like he smelled the frozen
pizzas that my dad was cooking up.
The super wouldn't do
anything about it,
so my dad, he had to put
and then the other ones,
you know,
the kinds that snap.
But rats are smart. This one was
smart, because nothing worked.
So, one day, the rat
is scratching at the door.
My dad got so angry
that he grabbed a mop
and he went and he
killed it himself.
He killed it with a mop?
Well, he tried to.
He was naked
except for his underwear,
and the rat was sitting there with
this "what do you want?" Look.
My dad went and hit it
with the mop,
but it was one of
those sponge mops,
so it didn't really
hurt the rat that much,
and the rat went
running down the hallway.
and he...
Gave it a good wallop,
you know, real hard.
I guess the rat got
hooked on to the mop.
The tail or something got
wrapped around the handle,
and so, as my dad
yanked at the mop,
the rat went flying up in the air,
I guess, for a split second,
for a tiny split second,
that rat came
face level with my dad.
Came up right here.
Looked him dead in the eye.
My dad says he's never
seen so much evil
as he saw in that rat's eyes.
And then the rat, like,
fell down the bannister
and was hitting his head,
bang-bang-bang.
When my dad went to go
look, the rat was gone.
Wow.
I probably don't mean
that much to you, do I?
Just... another girlfriend,
one of probably three
zillion that you've had.
Three zillion's
on the high end.
So...
Oh, I have lots of plans.
None that I fit in.
No.
It's just... You don't seem.
I don't seem what?
You know, you just don't seem.
What does that mean,
"I don't seem"?
Before I forget,
I got you something, a gift.
You got me Brie?
No, it's cheese. French, I think.
It's expensive stuff.
Where'd you get it?
Mr. Charlie's.
You bought this
at Mr. Charlie's?
Well, I didn't exactly buy it.
You stole it?
Yeah. But it was because
he didn't give me change for
that 20 that you gave me.
He kept saying, "problems,
problems, no change. "
Mr. Charlie's never has change.
No change? Yeah, well,
I went in there, you know.
I made up for it. I did
He knows who you are.
He knows I know you.
So? He stole from me first.
And besides, it's not like we're
gonna go back there again.
Okay?
Okay what?
I don't know. Just okay.
Give me a kiss.
Sure, that fits
into your plans.
I don't want
to ruin your plans.
No, no, no. I'll make you fit.
- Where you going?
- Guess what I'm thinking.
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking... That...
Maybe my plans have changed.
I'm thinking that
maybe you're part of them.
May 23rd.
What's may 23rd?
Prom. Monday, stromboli pizza.
After school. Don't forget.
Who's the girl, man?
Where you been all week?
What's with the bad tux?
You gettin' married?
No, man. And that's a blessing.
A pure blessing.
Buy me a beer?
I been riskin'
my life all week.
One beer.
Mama's, man.
Saved my life.
What the hell's a "Mama's"?
It's what saved me
from the Cindi.
Saved you from the what?
Help yourself.
It's all about economics, man.
What they spend it on.
It's all about the way people
spend other people's money.
The way I'm always
buying you a beer
'cause you're always broke?
I'm not broke, man,
just frugal.
You keepin' a tab?
Like Medusa in a mirror,
the economics of Mama's
broke the curse of the Cindi.
I have no idea
what you're talking about.
Mama's is a buffet
up in Harlem.
The Cindi was my fiance.
Your fiance?
Why do you think
I got the tux, man?
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