Red White & Blue Page #4

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You don't have to say anything.

Table five sent back.

Too f***in' well done.

Whoa, what the f***?

And now I see

that you are right by my side

Leaving the notion that I cannot deny

I'm clean.

Me too, man.

Sorry, man.

Wouldn't want it any other way.

- Nope.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

No.

Who knows, maybe this European tour

is finally the start of something.

And I want to keep doing it

until it happens, right?

But part of me is like,

do I really want be scraping

around for cash

in my 30s and 40s,

living this deluded dream

that may never happen?

You know, I see those guys

on 6th Street all the time,

and I don't want to be like that.

I don't want to be a loser, you know?

I mean, we did sell, like,

which is great.

And we often get orders

for T-shirts from, like,

Tokyo and London and wherever.

But I'm just thinking

if I want to get married and have kids,

I can barely support myself right now,

let alone anyone else.

So when does the dream stop?

When we first started dating,

I thought it was so cool

that you were in a band.

I never told you this,

but I never actually

wanted you to succeed,

'cause part of me,

I was always petrified I'd lose you.

You wouldn't have lost me.

Temptation, Franki, night after night.

It would happen.

Even if you didn't want to, one night,

a couple of J.D.s too many,

cute girl with a nice smile.

It would have happened.

Please, Franki, please.

What's wrong?

I got to tell you something, Sarah.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- No.

- We're in business, boys.

I saw it in her eyes.

She knows.

Did you know?

- Did you know?

- Did I know what?

Did you know?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Did you know that you had HIV

when you first met me?

That's a yes. That's a f***in' yes, man!

She knows.

Did you know?

Did you know?

That's a yes. That's a f***in' yes, man!

- She knows.

- Did you know?

Did you know?

Did you f***ing know?

You knew, didn't you?

You know how old I was

when I lost my virginity?

Four.

Two days after my fourth birthday.

You know who I lost my virginity to?

My mama's boyfriend.

Why are you telling us this?

You get f***ed two days

after your fourth birthday,

you tend not to care

about anything much.

Everyone says it's

this horrendous disease,

but I don't know.

It's okay.

It doesn't hurt.

Hasn't ever stopped me

from doing anything I wanted.

I live a pretty normal life.

What, like f***ing everyone you meet?

If a guy thinks he can get away with it,

mostly he'll give it his best to do so.

That's what my mama's boyfriend thought.

And you know what?

He was right.

Credit to you for not joining the party.

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