A Good Life: The Joe Grushecky Story Page #5

It's my immune system.

Something in it

that triggers it to fall out.

Everywhere?

Almost.

There's no cure?

No.

But they say it could grow back at anytime.

The sad thing is, it doesn't.

Well, dying would be much sadder.

Yeah.

I guess it would.

Well, you're still

the nicest person I've ever met,

even if you're not dying.

And I promise you,

I'll never lie to you again.

I got to go.

I can't miss my bus.

Sorry.

What's your name?

Frances.

Tina was so pissed

when I told her what happened.

She knows where he lives.

She said we should go over there.

Who's Tina?

His little sister.

Oh, God.

She said we should go f*** his car up.

He f***ing loves that thing.

No, it's all right.

"It's all right"?

Your face looks like a jar

of smashed a**holes,

and it's all right?

You're all set.

I topped it off at $12.

It's all right.

It's all right.

And for the first

time in a long time,

it was all right...

For about five hours.

Mom?

Mom?

You're lucky the baby's awake.

Can you just put Dana

on the phone, please?

Dana.

It's your uncle, yeah.

He probably wants to borrow money,

but we can't give him none,

'cause I'm saving to go see the boys play

at the Fiesta Bowl, aren't I?

Dana!

It's your brother.

Hey, I told Mom

we have a space heater.

I don't think you know

how cold it is in here.

Well, we can give you

a space heater,

some electric blankets, and $80.

$40.

You are not going to the Fiesta Bowl.

We don't have any electricity.

That's all we have.

I'm sorry.

But what about your moving fund?

It's gone.

Oh, yummy, yummy.

Would you just quit it?

What did you say?

Nothing.

I didn't say anything.

There's hairs on the nipple.

Oh, Jesus Christ, I got to go, okay?

I'm sorry.

I'll bring the stuff over tomorrow.

Where were you?

I was at Bushwhacker's.

What are you wearing?

Oh, that's my skirt.

For what?

I bought you a hamburger.

Why were you at Bushwhacker's?

Dancing.

With who?

Fred.

Who's Fred?

He's really nice.

I'm gonna bring him home,

and you can meet-

Where'd you get those boots?

These are nothing.

Everybody wears them

when they dance.

How much money

did you spend on them?

I didn't buy them.

Fred bought them for me.

He wanted to make me feel

part of his group,

and so he bought the boots

that I tried on.

He just wanted me to feel good

about myself.

If he really wants you

to feel good, Mom,

tell him to use the money

that he spent buying you that hamburger

and those boots on your feet

and help pay

for the $400 electric bill,

because I'm out of money.

$17, please.

Thank you.

I've worked here

for seven years, Max.

I'm just asking this one favor.

Look, you can take the full amount

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