Bereavement Page #2

What is that place?

That's the Sutter plant.

It's been closed for years.

I saW someone there yesterday

While I Was jogging--

a boy.

A boy?

Yeah, I thought so.

Probably just some kids

vandalizing the place.

I kind of Wish

you'd stay aWay from there

and jog on the main road.

Yeah, and get hit by a truck.

Graham's a pack rat.

That place should be condemned.

Someone lives there?

Yeah, he stays mostly

to himself.

You knoW him?

We're about the same age.

He never went to school.

His dad made him Work at that place

day and night.

It was a meat-packing plant

till they couldn't afford

to upgrade the equipment to code.

I'll tell you one thing:

I don't miss the smell.

I'll pick you up at 2:30.

Silence is a sound

of no fear...

no pain...

the sound of peace.

I envy your serenity.

The path to redemption

begins With forgiveness--

absolution.

You're my Witness.

What did I tell you?

I told you don't touch,

didn't l?

Yeah, the bolts are stripped.

Cashier:

$17.50.

- Can I oWe you the 50 cents?

- Yeah, right.

Thanks, Eddie.

Jonathan, hoW's that

extension coming?

It's going really good.

You knoW you've got

dryWall nails here?

Hmm?

Oh sh*t.

Just cheerleading.

Unless you can kick a field goal.

That's it?

There isn't much of a demand

for girls' sports in this area.

Our cheerleading squad

did Win Best Routine

in the state final last year.

Come on! Whoo-hoo!

Yeah!

Girl:
Ready?

Let's shake it. Let's shout it.

!

Let's shake it.

Let's shout it.

!

Let's shake it.

Let's shout it.

Aren't you scared of that falling

and crushing you?

HoW's your leg?

Oh, it's better.

So this is What you do--

fix cars?

Guidance counselor told me

my aptitude tests said

either medical school

or auto mechanic.

I can't stand the sight of blood, so...

Okay, Well,

I don't Want to bother you, so...

Hey.

Yeah?

Are you busy later?

Um, I Was gonna go home

and stare at the ceiling

until I fell asleep. Why?

Well, I Was--

I Was Wondering if maybe

you Wanted to--

Billy!

Excuse me.

- Billy!

- Dad?

In here.

- Christ.

- God.

I dropped the f***ing remote.

be careful.

- , Jesus!

- Sorry, Dad.

- Oh man.

- You're dead Weight.

Yeah, Well, I'm not dead yet.

- Oh.

- Can I help?

- Father:
Just-- just lift me up.

- Yeah, just hold his chair.

- Okay.

- Come on, just put me back on my chair.

You got it.

Here.

- Okay.

- You could have hurt yourself.

What do you mean,

could have?

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

Um, Dad, this is Allison.

Allison,this is mydad.

- Hi.

- She's from Chicago.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

- From Chicago?

- Yeah.

I hate Chicago.

- Hey, at least you're not gay, right?

- Dad.

You knoW, he spends most of the time

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