I'm pumped! Let the healing begin!
Mod fx... squared... dx. So please finish Parceval, by next time. I know many of you had this as undergraduates, but it won't hurt to brush up.
Sean: My father was an alcoholic. Mean fuckin' drunk. He'd come home hammered, looking to whale on somebody. So I'd provoke him, so he wouldn't go after my mother and little brother. Interesting nights were when he wore his rings.Will: He used to just put a belt, a stick, and a wrench on the table. Just say, "Choose."Sean: Well I gotta go with the belt there.Will: I used to go with the wrench.Sean: Why the wrench?Will: Cause fuck him, that's why.Sean: Your foster father?Will: Yeah.Will: So, uh, what is it, like, Will has an attachment disorder? Is it all that stuff?Will: Fear of abandonment? Is that why I broke up with Skylar?Sean: I didn't know you had.Will: Yeah, I did.Sean: You wanna talk about it?Will: No.Sean: Hey, Will? I don't know a lot. You see this? All this shit?Sean: It's not your fault.Will: Yeah, I know that.Sean: Look at me son.Sean: It's not your fault.Will: [Will nods] I know.Sean: No. It's not your fault.Will: I knowSean: No, no, you don't. It's not your fault.Sean: Hmm?Will: I know.Sean: It's not your fault.Will: Alright.Sean: It's not your fault.Sean: It's not your fault.Will: Don't fuck with me.Will: Don't fuck with me, Sean, not you!Sean: It's not your fault. It's not your fault.Sean: Fuck them, ok?
Chuckie: I didn't get on Cathy last night.Will: No?Chuckie: Nah.Will: Why not?Chuckie: I don't know.Chuckie: Cathy!Cathy: What?Chuckie: Why didn't you give me none of that nasty little hoochie-woochie you usually throw at me?Cathy: Oh, fuck you and your Irish curse, Chuckie. Like I'd waste my energy spreading my legs for that Tootsie Roll dick? So go home and give it a tug yourself.