Suburban Gothic

I've ever done in my life,

but I'm gonna have to

politely disagree with you,

based mainly on the fact

that you dress

like a drug dealer.

You hear how he talks to me?

Huh?

That's pretty funny

coming from a guy

who graduated business school

six months ago

and Can't find a goddamn job.

I'm holding out for a position

in upper management.

Oh, bullshit.

I think we're all

just a little tired.

It's been Avery big day.

Well, you guys

take care of the dishes.

I've got the game's gonna start

here in a minute.

Oh, and Raymond...

Take a shower, okay?

You smell bad enough

to gag a maggot.

How do you gag a maggot?

I don't know.

You're looking a little thin,

though, Raymond.

There.

Aaah!

Hector. I'm just an Uncle.

Hello?

Cousin Freddy!

Hey, what are you doing here?

Raymond, thank God.

I thought you were your dad.

Since I came out of the closet

he's forbidden me

to enter the property.

Congratulations.

Maybe you never

have to see him ever again.

Well, he's an Aires, so...

They're all fucking assholes.

Hmm. I didn't know that.

All of them.

I believe it.

I just didn't know it.

So, do you and mom get to see

much of each other anymore?

Occasionally.

You know, whenever she's

in the mood to sneak out

for a night of musical theater,

she calls me.

Sounds nice.

I fucking hate musical theater.

Sorry if I frightened you.

I just... I had to pick up

some belongings.

Ooh.

Your mom let me, um,

store my car here

while I'm going through

a transformational period.

Hey, Would it be cool

if I borrowed your car?

I was actually just about to

go to a bar and get super drunk.

Yeah, be my guest.

Do you want to come with me?

No.

My peace corps application

just came through.

I don't want to jeopardize it.

Drinking makes me, um...

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