The Lawnmower Man Page #2

I'm really sorry.

Get ready.

We can still get a hotel.

We don't need to go anywhere.

I'm ready right now.

Larry, I want to go.

I don't feel like

being around people right now.

I don't feel

like going to the city.

You never want to go anywhere.

Caroline... I need your support.

I'm going through

a lot of changes right now.

Well, I'm going

through a lot of changes, too.

You're too obsessed

with your work to even notice.

I'm young, Larry, OK?

And I'm not going to become

a recluse just for you.

I'm into reality reality,

not this artificial reality.

This technology

is going to change the world.

This is the future...

and you're afraid of it.

Yeah, well, it may be

the future to you, Larry...

but it's

the same old sh*t to me.

I give up.

Hey, Jobe!

Hi, Peter!

You've finished Big Red.

Hi, Jobe.

Hi, Mrs. Parkette.

Come over and have some Kool-Aid

with Peter when you're done.

Thanks, Mom!

Peter, look what I got you.

The Nuke Masters

special edition!

Yeah. It's 3-D, too.

But where are the glasses?

Glasses?

That's OK. I've got

a pair of my own anyway.

Look at the blades, man.

If you boys listen real careful,

you can hear the panpipes...

of the little people

in the grass there.

Right, Terry.

I hear them all the time.

Hi, Dr. Angelo.

Can we play

Cyber-Boogie today?

Yeah, sure.

That would be fine.

Damn.

Peter!

Get your ass over here!

I got to go.

Hi, Dad.

I told you not to leave

that f***ing bike in my way!

Didn't I?

Sorry, Dad.

What is wrong with you?

Didn't I tell you not

to play with that moron anymore?

You want to get stupid?

Get in the house.

I'm tired of this sh*t.

Come on.

That boy

was told to take care of this.

He constantly shirks his duties.

Can't have these godless little

creatures at the altar.

It's sacrilege!

Where are you, boy?

You're never here

where you should be.

Four times in as many weeks...

he's forgotten his duty

to the parish!

He brings the wrath

of the Lord on himself...

just like his namesake.

Jobe, are you in there?

Answer me, boy!

God saw fit to make you

a ward of this church...

and you must earn your keep.

I've tried to teach that

stupid mind responsibility...

since you were five years old.

Which of God's lessons helps you

to remember best, Jobe?

I'll remember my chores,

Father, I promise!

Journal entry, May 1.

Work, marriage, life...

what a joke.

I'm going now, Larry.

My plane leaves in an hour.

It's better

for both of us this way.

Drinking all that whiskey isn't

going to help your depression.

It's probably going

to make it worse.

Yes, you're right, Caroline.

It is probably

going to make it worse.

Well, don't blame me.

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