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So you close with your grandmother?

Yeah, we're pretty tight.

That's weird.

You never talked about her

over the years.

That's weird?

Yeah, I don't think

you've ever mentioned her.

Well, what the hell

was I gonna say to you?

Hey, Reuben, you know

what's pretty cool?

My grandmother actually plays

bingo every Tuesday night.

Or here, interesting fact:

I don't think my grandmother's

had sex in 38 years.

Fair enough.

Besides, you know,

I haven't seen her in a while.

No?

How long?

I don't know, like, three,

four years, maybe.

Four years?

I thought you said you were close.

We-we were.

When I was little, you know,

Dad was gone,

and Mom was doing her thing,

so I ended up at Grandma's a lot,

and, oh, she had so much food,

Ding Dongs and Twinkies

and Jos. Louis

and-and all sorts of pop,

like, every f***ing color of pop,

the red pop, the white pop,

even f***ing green pop.

Bunch of f***ing cats

to play with.

Bought me a Nintendo,

bought me a BMX,

one of those Play-Doh

barbershop kit things

that you make the hair with.

I mean, f***.

Why haven't you kept in touch?

I, you know-

I owe her some money.

Hmm.

And I stole some sh*t from her,

pawned it all off

and then lost it all

at the native casino.

That's a pretty shitty thing

to do to your grandma.

Oh, I know,

I know, I know.

I-I thought I was gonna win,

and I'd buy it all back, you know?

I was sure I was gonna win.

I want to show you something.

Do you want to go play golf?

No, I hate golf.

There's a story

behind that club, though.

What, you, like, beat somebody

to death with it or something?

No, I made a hole in one with it.

I thought you hate golf.

I do.

But a friend, he dragged me out

to play with him one day.

This was, '85, maybe,

a few years

before I came over.

And I got to the first tee,

and he showed me

how to strike the ball.

So I hunker down over it,

and I take a swing,

and I hit the ball

straight for the green.

It bounces four times

and goes plunk,

right in the hole.

No.

Yep.

Your first f***ing shot ever?

Yep.

My buddy fell on the ground.

He couldn't believe it.

He said-he said,

"Most golfers never get a hole in one

in their whole life, ever."

Jesus.

So what'd you do?

Well, I told my friend,

"I'm keeping this club,"

and I left.

- You left.

- Yeah, I went home.

I figured it wasn't going to get

any better than that.

What was the point of going on?

I like to keep it with me.

Little reminder of something I got right.

Not the shot.

That was bullshit,

but actually walking away

at the right moment.

How often do we do that?

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