Stuck in Love Page #3

I was just jealous.

I really am happy for you.

It's awesome.

You're going to have a book

published one day, too, you know.

Sure, I know.

Jason hooked me up

with some weed.

Roof?

Got your eye on any girls this year?

Yeah, there's this girl...

Kate, in my English class.

Every time I see her,

I hear that song,

the Beatles' song, "I've Just Seen a

Face," playing in my head.

God, you are so pathetic.

At least I know I'm pathetic.

Let me give you some advice.

I can't wait to hear your advice.

It's so friggin' awesome.

There are two kinds

of people in this world.

Hopeless romantics and realists.

Right.

A realist just sees that face

and packs it in with every other

pretty girl they've ever seen before.

The hopeless romantic

becomes convinced

that God put them on Earth

to be with that one person.

But there is no God,

and life is only as meaningful as you

fool yourself into thinking it is.

Guys who get laid

a lot are realists.

You should be listening.

Just avoid love at all costs.

That's my motto.

You never been in love?

If love is setting a place at the table

for someone who is never coming home,

I think I'll pass.

That's f***ing depressing, Sam.

Making students read their poetry

assignments in front of the class

is a sadistic exercise

in public humiliation.

You could have already been

done with it by now, Rusty.

Okay, okay, okay.

Just' read it.

Um, okay, this is a poem I

wrote over Thanksgiving break.

Uh... It's called School.

It was written under the

influence of cannabis.

Okay, um... In the sea

of... This is so awkward.

Uh...

"In the sea of desks, there's

talk of games and bags

"and long pipes that leak dreams

with the strike of a match.

"And there's a loudness

to the whispers I hear.

"Whispers shouldn't be

that loud, should they?

"There's a girl over there

who everyone knows

"and men without ears who will

stand by the door for a price.

"In long hallways, there are

angry mobs of dwarves and rats

"and one single angel. "

Hey, Rusty. Hi.

Hi. Hi, I, um...

I liked your poem.

Yeah?

Yeah, it was really good.

Thanks.

Sure.

How was your Thanksgiving?

Oh, it was good.

It was a little weird.

My parents are divorced,

sol have two Thanksgivings

in one Thanksgiving.

It's just, like, strange.

How about you?

It was just boring. Whatever.

That's cool.

Yeah.

Kate.

I have to go.

I just wanted to say I

liked your poem, so...

Bye.

All right.

Who the f*** is that?

Just a guy from class.

F***ing a**hole.

Hi.

I literally have 20 minutes,

so it will have to be quick.

Come on.

Let's go.

Did you stretch?

Come on.

Just a second.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, make it rain.

Yeah.

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