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And me?

And me?

Man, don't you give

a f*** about me?

Can't you see I'm suffering?

I've turned into a piece of dried sh*t.

You're my buddy.

We're pals.

Were pals.

We went through

so much sh*t together.

And this is the last of the sh*t.

And your parents?

My parents?

Oh they're having a ball.

Saying

I told you so and all that crap.

And they're so happy now

that they're right.

And now my mom is like,

oh, it's all right baby.

Everything's all right.

Now the family...

will be together again.

A friend of mine died today.

Who? Did I know him?

I don't think so.

He used to shoot,

but he'd been off it for two years.

He started working out

and opened this beauty farm.

And what happened to him?

He got burned.

What do you mean, got burned?

He stayed in a sun bed too long...

whatever.

And before he died

he gave me this key,

and told me to do

whatever I wanted with it.

You were there when he died?

Yeah.

Jesus.

We should sell it.

Only I don't have the papers.

Yeah, that would be a good idea.

You could quit dealing then.

It's starting to get to you.

You'll relapse again.

You said two weeks.

Don't worry, I'll get it out.

Good, 'cause you can't keep it here.

Just quit doing the whole thing.

Ten years ago it was okay, but now...

I ran into one of our old classmates.

Who?

I don't know his name.

The whole guy was one big tooth.

A tooth?

One of those sandwich men.

And what did he look like?

I couldn't see too much of him.

He was standing

inside this huge tooth.

And?

What do you mean, and?

I thought

we might have a conversation.

About a tooth?

Hi...

No I just don't understand

why I have to go to Lisbon right now.

Just because you're flyin' to Lisbon,

now I pack my stuff and go there,

why?

I don't get it how you think

you can control me.

I'm sure you mistake me

for someone else...

...it has nothing to do with

what you're sayin'.

I don't know, you just call me,

and then I just have to go to Lisbon.

No it's so boring,

there's nothing we can do there.

No, I can't go, understand me?

Just forget it, ok?

I'm not going to Portugal

just because you

are my boyfriend and you tell me to go.

Think about it, OK?

No, I don't know what happened there,

that's a different story,

no it's another story.

France is

not a desert like Lisbon

and actually I didn't go there for you,

but because I wanted to go.

Can you imagine

that you're not the only one

who can do anything?

Because you know,

I'm also like that, believe me:

this is what I am, and not some

stupid little b*tch you often call me.

Yeah, I went to St Tropez

to have fun with my friends,

'cause I felt like it, and

maybe OK we had some problems,

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