Me Again Page #2

I haven't painted

since college.

I like to finish what I start.

You're saying that I don't?

Well, there's the playhouse

you were supposed to build

the kids.

You said, "What's the point?

They're just going to

grow out of it one day."

And then there was the mug that

Ruby was supposed to paint me

for Mother's Day.

I think that was

about the time you checked out

and just, you know,

stopped trying.

Okay, but what

else besides those?

What else didn't you finish?

Um, oh, yeah, our marriage.

I'm not the one who

asked for a separation.

But you've changed, Richie.

You are not

the man that I married.

I mean, it's like

you're a roommate,

and all you do is complain about

how unfulfilled your life is.

I mean, do you have any idea

what it does to a woman's spirit

to feel like,

you know, she's an anchor

around her husband's neck?

It's not like that at all.

I mean, haven't you

ever wondered

if there was more out there?

More than us?

I mean, more than me?

That's not what I meant.

I have waited for you

to figure out what's important,

Richie, okay?

And after 15 years

and 3 kids, I am still waiting.

How come I'm

not in the picture?

Because you

haven't wanted to be.

April, wait a second.

April!

Obnoxious, when

subtlety isn't enough.

Big Earl here,

reminding you of a program guaranteed

to wash the old you away!

Make the first step

for a new you.

Call now.

Your stone heart

will be replaced,

but you have to act now.

Time is running out.

Well, he's persistent.

I'll give him that.

Call now.

I'm talking to you.

Hey, I need cheering up.

You want to come over

with a movie or two

from your massive collection?

Cool, see you in a bit.

I don't get what

you're doing, Lord.

I was supposed to be

a great man,

a leader,

someone who inspired

people, Lord,

but instead I feel

like I'm nothing.

I'm nothing.

I'm ordinary.

I'm miserable.

I'm losing my family.

Please, God,

help me to be the man

you want me to be.

Help me to be...

anybody except who I am.

Tony?

Tony?

Time to get up, Mr. Bastion.

The sluggard craves

and gets nothing,

but the desire of the

diligent is fully satisfied.

No eggs this morning for you.

The doctor says

you need more fiber.

Uh, where am I?

Now, don't you start making

a fuss about this breakfast.

Fresh fruit never hurt anybody.

Who, who are you?

I'm, I'm, I'm sorry, ma'am.

I don't know what happened.

I think I just... I must've

been sleepwalking

and, and wandered into

the wrong house.

Are you all right,

Mr. Bastion?

I, I, I've gotta...

I'll be going now.

I'm, I'm, I'm sorry.

I don't, I don't

know what happened.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Bastion,

you open this door.

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