Fuck you, you don’t owe it to yourself man, you owe it to me. Cause tomorrow I’m gonna wake up and I’ll be 50, and I’ll still be doing this shit. And that’s all right. That’s fine. I mean, you’re sitting on a winning lottery ticket, and you’re too much of a pussy to cash it in and that’s bullshit. Cause I’d do fucking anything to have what you got. So would any of these fucking guys. It’d be an insult to us if you’re still here in 20 years. Hanging around here is a fucking waste of your time.
You don’t know about real loss. ‘Cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself… I doubt you’ve dared to love anybody that much.
-Have you ever had any experience with that? -20 years of counselling, yeah I’ve seen some pretty awful shit -I mean….have you had any…experience with that -You mean personally? Yeah I have -It sure ain’t good -My father was an alcoholic, mean fuckin’ drunk, come home hammered lookin’ to wail somebody - so I had to provoke him so he wouldn’t go after my mother and little brother. Interesting nights were when he wore his rings… -He use to just put a- um- a wrench, a stick and a belt on the table and say ‘chose’ -I gotta go with the belt there -I use to go with the wrench -Why the wrench? -Because fuck him that’s why -Your foster father? -Yeah
