Feast of Love Page #3
Overcoming your deepest fears?
- His name is Bradley Jr.
- Did you think of that one all by yourself?
No, smartass.
Billy, your Uncle Bradley's here!
- I'm gonna miss you. Here you go.
- Oh, God. Oh, God.
- Only until Friday.
- Yeah.
He likes you.
Well, would you look at that?
They have completely moved out,
hammock and everything.
You never heard such screaming.
The movers told them to shut the hell up
or they'd throw
all their things in the street.
Remember when they first moved in here?
I said I'd never seen a happier couple.
What did I tell you?
It's the house. It's cursed.
Houses aren't cursed, now. People are.
You're a jock, huh?
I used to be.
That was a long time ago.
That's my mom.
She took off when I was in junior high.
Bat drove her away.
- Bat?
- My dad. His name's Bathold.
People call him the Bat, so that ought
to tell you something, right?
Yeah, he blows up tree stumps for a living.
Then he comes home,
thinks about my mom,
and gets shitfaced.
Yours?
Yeah.
My mom gave it to me when I was a kid.
Do you sleep with him?
Yeah. What? Is that bad?
Ex-jock druggie
Nothing hotter than that.
And what makes you think I'm a druggie?
Pisces, Virgo rising.
What was it? Coke?
E?
Heroin?
Sure, why not?
So, why'd you quit?
Oh, right. Pisces, Virgo rising.
Very good.
I had this dream one night
while I was wasted.
There was this African monkey
whispering all this creepy sh*t in my ear.
He said that if I didn't get clean
I was gonna die young,
OD in an alleyway on a pile of garbage.
And that morning I woke up
and I went to my first meeting.
It was seven months and two weeks ago.
I can prove it. I got my six-month chip.
Cool.
It doesn't scare you?
Most junkies, you know,
even if they never use again,
it doesn't matter. It's too late.
They're just gone,
you know, permanent zombies.
But then there's junkies where
all the horrible places they've been,
all the horrible sh*t they've done,
the fact that they come back from it
makes them better people
than if they'd never used in the first place.
That's you.
Hey, where's the little girl's room?
Across the hall.
Okay.
(GASPS)
Oh, sh*t!
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Oscar! Goddamn it!
You get that girl out of your room, Oscar!
Get the f*** away!
BAT:
You do it right now, damn it!Do you hear me?
I didn't think he'd be back this early.
BAT:
Oscar! I ain't running- You hear me?
- Yeah, I heard you!
- Maybe we should just go out the window.
- No!
We're going out the way we came in.
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