Prozac Nation Page #3

Noah wasn't it.

He told me afterwards that,

in terms of absolute value...

...sex and drugs were

equally meaningless to him.

Just two different ways to have fun.

Which is all well and good...

...until a girl tries to have

the same approach.

Lizzie?

- Hey, have you guys seen Lizzie?

- No.

Lizzie?

Lizzie?

Lizzie, you got a phone call.

- Who is it?

- Rolling Stone.

Rolling Stone?

The college journalism

award for 1985...

...goes to Elizabeth Wurtzel...

...for her Harvard Crimson piece

on Lou Reed.

I want to forget everything

that has happened to me before.

I wanna freeze this moment.

Forever.

Thank you.

- It's great.

- No, you're great.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

I'm thinking about the bands coming

to Cambridge who you can cover.

It's rare we get somebody

who's going to all the gigs...

...writing with such clarity.

So I'm thinking

he's coming on to me...

...and he's, like, an editor

at Rolling Stone.

And how old is he?

- Oh, my God.

- What?

- It's my dad.

- Oh, cool.

Look at that.

- What?

- I can't believe he left us for that.

What? What's the matter?

I haven't seen him in four years.

Wait. I thought you said...

I know what I said.

Dad, when are you coming back

to live with us?

Well, I'm not, honey. You know that.

But Mom said that if you want to,

she wants you to.

I'm sure your mom

didn't say that, did she?

She did.

Honey, you know...

...it's just not gonna happen.

Which doesn't mean

that I love you any the less.

Who does he think he is?

He disappears for four f***ing years.

Then he thinks he can come here...

...and take pictures of his perfect

Ivy League daughter?

This place has nothing to do with him.

The least he can do is have

the decency to understand that.

You should say something to him.

Like what?

I don't know.

How's your new life?

How's your new f***ing girlfriend?

Lizzie, he's your father.

He loves you.

No, you don't know what it was like.

When I was 8, we went

to see The Last Waltz.

He passed out on tranquilizers.

I had to sit through the movie three

f***ing times before he woke up.

What kind of a person does that?

I didn't realize.

That article...

...it was just wish fulfillment.

I was writing about how

I wanted things to be.

The way people talked about it...

...the way you talked about it,

it made it seem real.

Well, maybe it can be.

No. It's just a dream I held

on to for way too long.

I'm happy here.

I don't need him anymore.

We should go. Are you coming?

No. I promised my editor

that article by next week.

Jesus, it's 4:
00 in the morning.

Do you mind?

I know. I'm sorry.

Music helps me concentrate.

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