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- No way, you

know, I wanna drink

the second I leave

that f***ing building.

It's ridiculous, man, they

need to take us out somewhere

and let us do

something fun together.

- What?

Like an aa field

trip or something?

- Sh*t, yeah, you

know what I mean?

Instead of us sitting around

miserable the entire time,

wanna blow our brains

out from f***ing boredom,

get us out doing something,

learning in a new

environment, I don't know.

- Man, you just need just

like a full-time job.

I'll try to get you on

my job, you just gotta

get up for the schooling, man.

- I don't know, man.

6am, that's f***ing early, dude.

I don't do too well in the

mornings, you know that.

- Not everyone

could be like mom.

She gave me everything.

- Hey, lis, it's me.

Um, just wanna call and

say sorry for earlier.

Trying to get my sh*t

straightened out,

but you gotta let me see chance.

It's been like a month,

and before that it was like

two months, and I gotta

be able to see my boy, so

I guess just give me a

call when you get a sec,

and let's talk it out.

Maybe we can sit down

when I get back, okay?

Alright, thanks.

- Here's

your change, sir.

- Thank you.

- And have a good day.

- You, too.

You want me to drive?

You tired?

- Yeah.

- Alright.

You want me to stop in a few

hours, get a room,?

- Alright.

- What are you doing still up?

I love you.

- I love you too.

- He is out like a light.

- I'm sure pops put him to

sleep with his old war stories.

- Yeah well i

think he likes 'em.

He just wishes pops could

throw the ball around with him.

- I know, it's a shame.

You know that's not

possible anymore.

What your son needs

is his own father.

- Yeah well, his

father needs a father.

- Oh come on, Lisa.

There must be something to him.

I mean, he had enough charm

to get you, didn't he?

- Biggest mistake of my life.

- Please don't say that, Lisa.

If it wasn't for that mistake,

we wouldn't have chance.

- Mom, I'm not

talking about chance,

I'm obviously

talking about clayne.

You don't even like him.

You say what a deadbeat

he is all the time.

- That's not what I say.

I say I don't like

the way the two of you

treat each other.

Your son adores his father

and he needs him around.

You and clayne need

to work things out.

- So now I'm responsible

for clayne being a deadbeat?

- Okay.

You know what, honey?

I'm gonna go tuck

your father in.

I love you hon, goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Here we go, mom.

Ready?

There he is, huh?

- Stand there,

I'll get you by it.

Gutzon borglum.

- Despite the rumors,

he was a decent guy.

Wow.

Holy sh*t.

Mama Dee would have loved this.

- I finally understand

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