Paint It Black Page #2
Thought you were smart,
original,
very real.
He said your... your dad
drives a tow truck?
Yeah.
Yes.
- Is there a mother
in the picture?
My dad was a... was a fisherman
out of coos bay, Oregon.
- Is this what
Michael thought of me?
Some kind of novelty?
"Real"?
That's another word
for "poor," right?
No.
"Real" means real.
He loved you.
Yeah.
Right.
I got you.
He left this for you.
Hello?
Get dressed.
- How the f***
did you get my keys?
- I took them when you were
passed out in your own piss.
Get up and get it together.
People are coming over.
What?
What people?
Your friends.
Remember them?
They're the people who help you
get through sh*t like this.
- And I was always
afraid of death
until, um,
my grandfather passed.
He was a big country music fan,
and he, you know, was...
We always used to
sing songs together.
When he actually died,
holding hands, singing to him.
There was this
thing when he actually passed...
Hi.
So many friends.
Such good friends.
"We're sorry.
We're...
"oh... oh, we're so sorry.
We're so sorry for your loss."
And then they go out and
have their
teeth cleaned...
And eat dinner.
Do you live here alone?
- No, I have ghosts
that keep me company.
- You know, i... i could
hear you playing
from all the way
down the street.
It's brahms.
Whenever Michael had a headache,
he always had
to have his brahms.
He played me brahms.
And I played it for him,
of course.
- You were following me,
weren't you?
Well, i...
I hadn't heard from him
in a little while,
World's greatest pianist.
Help yourself.
I heard that you
had drinks with the father.
I'll assume he said
many horrible things about me.
There w... the base...
The... the baseball,
did he tell you?
No?
We were in New York
for a... a recital.
And Cal and I were
long since divorced,
but he had
one of those townhouses
down on bank street.
Between marriages,
as I recall,
briefly, of course.
Anyway,
he always kept this baseball
on his desk.
It was signed by
you know, babe Ruth and so on.
Talk about freudian.
Anyway, we were up there
discussing Michael's future.
And he got it into his head
to throw the ball at Michael.
"Come on!
Think fast!"
you know... like a common
schoolyard bully.
That's... that's
But you know what Michael did?
He picked up the ball,
and he threw it
out of the window.
I mean, talk about babe Ruth.
You know, it was rolling down
the gutter on bank street.
It was fantastic.
I guess this is what they call
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