A Broken Life Page #2

- Seems you want to talk about it.

- Okay. Okay.

Okay, there was this boy.

He was a lot like me.

He was--

he was harmless

and insignificant.

And, um--

F***!

All right, l remember this day.

They were picking on him

and for some insane reason

l joined in.

And l punched him...

again and again and again

until he fell down.

And it seemed like

he was looking up at me

and saying,

''Why are you doing this?

You're just like me.''

And then they made me

part of their group.

Suddenly l had a girlfriend,

welcome to the world.

F*** it.

( crying )

- Bud:
lt's okay, Max.

- Oh, sh*t. Fast forward.

Okay, eventually, l fell in love.

l fell in love with Carla...

and she got pregnant.

And then she, you know,

disappeared.

- What do you mean?

- What?

She disappeared?

One of those days--

forget it.

- Wait.

- Oh, stop.

She disappeared, okay?

l was-- l was-- l went crazy about it.

l panicked.

ln those days they took girls

like that away from where they were.

Then-- then she returned

and she told me she had a miscarriage,

but l know and l'm sure

she had an abortion.

And l was heartbroken.

- Okay? You satisfied?

- Bud:
Okay.

- Okay.

- Leave me alone, God damn it.

Hey, you-- you're the one

who wanted to do this.

( sighs )

Then she didn't talk to me

for a long time.

College.

This guy had a flair for words.

l was clever.

Very romantic, for me.

Very romantic for her, l guess,

to be involved with a struggling writer.

We got married.

lt's the only time

l ever remember being happy.

Even after all the bullshit

in the graphic novels...

l became a proofreader.

lmagine that.

A f***in' foot servant of the literati.

Okay. The last 20 years

of my life have been

a blur of disappointment

and endless repetition

punctuated only by Carla

leaving me.

Now you'd think that would have

woken me up, but no.

l stayed asleep until now.

But today l am finally awake.

- Now what?

- Let's go.

Outside? Okay.

Here you go. Come on.

l want to show you something.

Turn it off.

Yeah, we're not

gonna need it out here.

- What are you doing?

- Extra batteries, you got 'em?

Okay, good.

- Hey, you want this?

- Huh?

l don't need your car, Max.

What? My car just isn't

hip enough for you, is it, Buddy?

No. A Mercedes SUV.

lt's all the b*tch left me,

come on.

- l said l don't want it.

- Fine, f*** it. Okay.

Hey! Hey, man. Hey, boys.

( hip-hop music playing )

You see how the world is?

Violence is everywhere.

This is not a good-- Max--

Oh no, man. You're not gonna need that.

Not with me, man.

You see that car?

lt's for you.

What the f***'s going on, man?

lt's not important.

l just don't need it anymore, okay?

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