Buddy Hutchins Page #2

for mother.

Do you see that?

I'm so glad you could squeeze

me in your schedule.

Well, I'm here. Aren't I?

I like seeing you.

I know you do.

That's why Bobby and I

drove three and a half hours

to get here.

Okay.

Well, let's keep

this party going.

I'm ready to drink a little

bit. How about you, Buddy?

You want a little? A little nip?

I'm good without.

I'm just messing with you.

Well, how about the band?

You were mentioning

something the other day

that you were gonna be

back in the band again.

I don't know.

I mean, Duncan said his

guitarist is in rehab

and, there's a slight chance

that he's gonna

be out for awhile.

And there's a possibility

I could sit in.

That's good.

Why don't you play for us?

With what?

With your guitar.

I saw one right over

there when we walked in.

Yes.

It's beat up.

- It's fine.

- Come on.

Come on. I told Bobby

how good you are.

He was really talking about

you the whole way over here.

Come on.

- Come on.

- Come on.

- All right.

- All right.

All right. Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Man, this thing is...

Hurry up, Buddy, before I drink

the whole bottle of wine.

God damn, Buddy.

You still got it.

That was really good, Buddy.

I got to tell you something.

I'm not the only performer here.

Really?

Is there somebody else?

Somebody has a play coming up!

That's so exciting, honey.

Come on.

- Sing something for us, Molly.

- Show grandma.

You want to show mom

your Snowflake?

Yeah, come on.

Show grandma.

Show grandma your Snowflake.

That was fantastic!

That was good.

That's it?

Yeah.

Don't worry, honey.

You were great.

You were great.

Honey, why don't you go inside?

I want to talk to

Uncle Troy, okay?

- Honey.

- What?

Why don't you go inside?

You know, Bobby, he's kind of...

Immature? Rude?

Yeah, pretty much.

Little f***ing... little b*tch.

I'm telling you, man.

In the sack, that boy's

ass is so tight.

You stick a quarter up there,

he'll grind it down to a dime.

I don't want to hear that sh*t.

Okay?

You have sex with who you

have sex with. That's fine.

But I don't need to know the

inside of their anal track.

I'm worried about mom.

Mom's mom.

No, mom's 72, and

she's still working.

She doesn't take a dime from me.

You ever try?

I have. I've tried.

Bullshit.

She doesn't take

anything from me.

When have you tried?

You know how she was with dad.

How's that f***er?

Son of a b*tch.

I don't know.

I haven't seen him

in like three years.

Three years.

F***.

I'd give my left testicle

to have had a conversation

with him in three years.

He hasn't talked

to me in nine years.

I know we don't see

each other that much.

We don't kind of

really get along.

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