So how’s your lady?
Ah, she’s gone.
Gone? Gone where?
Med school. Medical school in California.
Really?
Yeah.
When was this?
It was, like, a week ago.
Well, that sucks.
So, uh, when are you done with those meetings?
I think the week after I’m 21.
Yeah? They gonna hook you up with a job or what?
Yeah, fucking sit in a room and do
long division for the next 50 years.
Probably make some nice bank though.
I’m gonna be a fucking lab rat.
Better than this shit.
Way out of here.
What do I want a way out of here for?
I mean, I’m gonna fucking live here the rest of my life. You know, be neighbors. You know, we’ll have little kids. Fucking take them to Little League together up Foley Field.
Look you’re my best friend, so don’t take this the wrong way, but…
In 20 years if you’re still living here, coming over to my house to watch the Patriots games, still working construction, I’ll fucking kill you. That’s not a threat. That’s a fact. I’ll fucking kill you.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Look. You got something none of us have.
Oh, come on!
Why is it always this?
I mean I fucking owe it to myself to do this or that.
What if I don’t want to?
No… No, no. no. No fuck you.
You don’t owe it to yourself. You owe it to me.
Because tomorrow I’m gonna wake up and I’ll be 50, and I’ll still be doing this shit.
That’s alright, that’s fine.
I mean, you’re sitting on a winning lottery ticket.
You’re too much of a pussy to cash it in. And that’s bullshit.
Because 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 that.
I don’t?
No. You don’t know that.
Oh, I don’t know that.
Let me tell you what I do know.
Every day I come by your house and I pick you up. And we go out, we have a few drinks, and a few laughs and it’s great.
You know what the best part of my day is?
For about ten seconds: From when I pull up to the curb and when I get to your door.
Because I think maybe I’ll get up there and I’ll knock on the door and you won’t be there.
No “good-bye,” no “see ya later.”
No nothing. You just left.
I don’t know much, but I know that.
