Suburban Gothic Page #2

Makes me do things...

That I don't remember.

Okay.

Cool.

Are you okay?

'Cause you seem flustered.

Mm... Uh, not so good.

But um, it's nothing 15 or 20

drinks won't fix, you know?

You Can't drink that much.

You'd die.

Hey.

This ain't no public restroom.

Duly noted.

You are not from around here,

are you?

Born and raised, my brother,

but I have since relocated.

What brings you

to this sh*t hole?

Well, the, uh... the lovely

clientele, primarily.

And I also read somewhere

that they serve

a scrumptious Cosmopolitan.

And I myself...

holy sh*t!

I f***ing know you.

I used to take the bus

to school with this kid.

He used to be fatter than sh*t.

You used to be fatter than sh*t.

What happened?

Well, as you put it

I was fat as sh*t...

fatter than sh*t.

Fatter than sh*t.

Fatter than sh*t.

Thank you for correcting me.

And then the weirdest thing

happened.

It's like, I moved away

from this town

and all the people

that live within this town,

and then suddenly I had to stop

using eating

as coping mechanism

for depression.

So weird. Thinned out.

Who knew?

Are you still into

that paranormal sh*t?

Not professionally.

But I do still kind of

practice it as a hobby.

I don't believe that modern

science has all the answers.

Do you guys? Anyone?

I always figured

you just disappeared.

You started a cult or something.

Huh. Thanks.

Guess I've just

never really seen myself

as being that ambitious.

What are you up to? Drugs?

I used to love

kicking the sh*t

out of this f*ggot here.

Yeah, that was great.

That was really fun, man.

Yeah, that was really cool.

Oh, but then

you had me expelled.

Did I, though? I don't know.

You know what?

In fact I think this f*ggot

here deserves an ass kicking.

No, I think you're thinking

of a different f*ggot.

Um, I... honestly, I think

You're thinking of...

lay off him, pope.

If You're gonna bother

my customers, you have to leave.

Well, I was just leaving

anyway, Becca.

I'll be seeing you around.

Pah-pah, pah-pah, pah.

Pah, pah.

Parents wonder why I ever left.

Drink your beer

and stop being a b*tch.

Okay.

You don't remember me, do you?

Um...

No, I don't.

Becca Thompson.

We went to school together.

Guacamole. Becca Thompson.

- You... wow. You...

- Say it.

You lost a lot of weight.

You look really good.

Thanks. Looks like we both

lost a lot of weight.

- Raymond.

- Hmm?

I'm gonna have to ask you

to stop staring at my tits.

You're the only guy to come

through town in a long time

that I'd consider sleeping with,

and You're ruining it.

I was actually admiring

the tips of your hair,

but I will not do that anymore.

I'll look you right in the eyes.

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