Living Will... Page #2

It would be nice

to have stuff though.

You know, I don't have

any stuff of my own

since my mom's flood.

Do you remember

the storm of '97?

Do you remember? Do you remember?

Do you remember?

- A hell of a storm.

- Oh man.

And so it, like,

came in the basement.

It was, like,

raising up really high.

I was sleeping

on an air mattress.

Oh, man, it was like a raft. I felt like

I was coming from Puerto Rico.

I didn't know what to do.

I was scared though.

I was probably down there

for, like, two days,

or maybe it was weeks.

I don't know.

So how have you been?

Do I know you?

Krista.

Scotty's cousin.

Krista?

Little annoying Krista?

Krista that peed in the tent

on the camping trip

when we were little kids?

You sure know how to charm

a girl, don't you?

Belcher and I called you Pissta

for the rest of that trip.

That sh*t was hilarious.

Yeah, it was great.

So how long are you

here for?

Actually I moved back

about four months ago.

I'm surprised

Scotty didn't tell you.

Oh, I'm not.

- Why is that?

- Well, he probably would have thought

I was gonna ask you out

or something.

Would you have?

Probably not. I'm not into that whole

golden showers thing.

Ha ha ha. You know, you're so much

funnier than I remember.

Well, I mean, you're a lot cuter

than I remember.

- Don't look now. Will's with a girl.

- Let me get this.

She's pretty, but she's

wearing all black.

Everyone's wearing

all black today.

Hey, Will.

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah.

Thanks, baby.

Can I talk to you

for a second?

Uh, yeah.

Sure.

Who was that girl

you were talking to?

Nobody.

Why do you care anyway?

Well, I was thinking

maybe we should start

seeing each other again.

I think you might be

a different person now,

a little better.

I should go.

Ow.

F***, that hurt.

Will!

Oh, that's not good.

- Hey!

- What?

Are you okay?

What, are you retarded?

No, I'm not okay.

Do you want some morphine?

You know what? Just a couple chewable

aspirins, maybe a Q-tip.

Yes, I want some

morphine, you idiot!

I don't have any morphine.

Oh my God.

Do you want anything else?

You are 110% useless.

All right, this is

what you can do for me...

What?

Don't put your penis

in my cousin.

What?

Don't f*** my cousin.

Wait, no. Hang on. I was looking

the other way. I can't hear.

You know damn well

what I said.

No, I can't hear you.

You should just come over here

so I can hear you.

How can I come over there?

I'm practically dead.

You know damn well

you can hear me, Will.

I can't hear you!

There's bombs.

The bombs... I can't hear.

How can I hear you

and you can't hear me?

You're right there.

Of course you can hear me.

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