Destination Anywhere

Who was the patron saint

of lost children?

The sick, abandoned,

neglected, abused?

Their flesh thin as gauze,

too penetrable.

Always balling when l try to sleep.

Fist hugging the hem of my nightgown.

Haunting my dreams. Forlorn ghosts

with questions dripping from their eyes.

l hope some angel's looking out for them.

- Think she's gonna found out?

- Nobody's going to find us here.

...to Zona. Yeah, Zona.

Give me ten points. Yeah, l know.

l know l owe you from last week.

l know, l know... This guy's

got nothing to do with Serelli...

l can remember a time when every

city street would lead me back to you.

When the road signs guided me home

and l was never lost.

l don't know how it got scrambled,

but now the roads lead nowhere.

The streets are dead ends and

l'm running in the wrong direction.

Sometimes, Janie, l think l'm

getting close, but l'm still so far away.

This is a story about

what it's like to be lost,

just minutes away from your own home.

l don't know if this story's over yet

but this is how it began.

Listen now, l want my money.

l don't wanna hurt you but l'm gonna

have to and if l hurt you, l'll hurt you bad.

You hear what l'm saying,

pretty boy?

Hey, Jon, it's me, man. What's going on?

l saw Leo. He seems pissed.

Wherever you are, stay there, all right?

Jon, l don't know where you are,

but you need to come home.

You need to come home.

She's really bad.

And l'm very worried

and l can't handle it myself.

l think you need to get home right away.

How long is it gonna take you

to get here? You're doing nothing.

Come over here. l haven't eaten yet.

l'll meet you in front of the building.

C'mon.

l wanna get out of here.

lsn't that the guy who owes Leo money?

What the hell is he doing here?

l've already said that's exactly my point.

C'mon, be careful.

- Stand over here.

- You know what? l can do this myself.

OK.

- No, l'm gonna do it myself...

- Janie!

Well, look who's decided

to grace us with his presence.

My goodness!

- Stop this.

- What? You run out of money?

- Or is it Leo?

- lt ain't Leo. l came home for you.

l came home for us. l'm here.

l came for you. C'mon.

Well, look what l've got for you.

We have a phone bill, some insurance.

- Stop it.

- l have the gas bill, the electric...

- Stop...

- We have the rent. All this just for us.

- Don't you touch me.

- Stop it.

Hey, stop it. Cut it out!

- Don't you touch me.

- Cut it out.

- Don't ever touch me.

- Go outside.

- You happy now?

- Go outside.

Go sleep it off.

Go outside.

- What?

- You are dead, dead, dead, dead.

And l'm dead.

Go wait outside.

l'm sick of this. Every time

l come home it's the same thing.

She's nuts.

Where you been?

l can't do this any more.

Every time l come back it's the same...

Every time you come back?

You sound like you're doing her a favor.

Hey. Look, babe,

l appreciate your helping her. l do.

l know she's not well but...

You don't understand.

l do understand. l understand

that you don't have a pot to piss in.

l understand you go off and live your

life and leave her here. lt's not fair.

l know you love her. l love her.

But she hasn't healed.

lt doesn't help that she works at that

hospital. She brings it home every day.

Jon, you're her husband.

Yes, you are.

Have you got it all figured out now?

You make me sick.

Why don't you have another drink?

Go on, get a couple of your happy pills.

Make the world go away.

l'm very happy.

Can't you tell how happy l am?

Can't you tell

how happy l am?

So happy.

- So, when did you get back?

- A couple of hours ago.

- How long you staying?

- l don't know what l'm gonna do.

- l don't know what to do.

- About Leo?

No, worse. lt's Janie.

Oh, Christ. Still?

Oh, man. l'm sorry, man.

Listen, if you need a place to crash,

l'm still at the Chelsea.

She's nuts, man. l...

l just can't be held responsible

for this any more.

You don't have to.

We've been through this before.

Lest l remind you. She gets a little

wacked out then the next day, she's fine.

lt's like nothing happened.

Forget about it.

The problem is l don't have

the energy for this any more.

Maybe if it was ten years ago,

it would be different.

She was stronger, l was stronger.

Do you still love her?

Yeah, l still love her.

Are you still having sex with her?

You, my friend, need a little adventure.

You need another drink.

Jamie. Another round, my friend.

l remember when l first met her. She had

these eyes that looked right through me.

She knew me like a book.

And the sex... The sex was good.

''ln sickness and in health...

For better, for worse...''

The thing is,

they don't tell you about the sickness.

Yeah. Listen man, l love you but talking

to me about this is not gonna help.

This is how women work

their problems out.

l'm serious. This has been the same

thing since ancient prehistoric times.

The cave man and the cave woman

would have a big blow up.

The woman gets all emotional because

she needs to get it out, to yell, scream.

She gets together with the other

women in the tribe and they dance.

She feels better.

But the man, Mr. Troglodyte,

and this is where you come in.

- You know where he goes?

- No, tell me.

- He goes into the cave.

- What are you saying?

lnto the darkness. lnto his own

little cave, by himself, alone.

And he works his sh*t out.

Go with God speed.

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