Crazy Kind of Love Page #4

by the time I get home from work.

You know I live here now, right?

Okay.

What was your mom like?

Like, before?

She made me feel safe.

She came to all my games.

She cut my hair,

made brownies...

gave me advice.

Girl advice?

Aw, what girls?

You're the only girl I know.

I'm the best girl you know.

I just wish that you knew my mom

back when she was normal.

Your mom is plenty normal.

Being sad doesn't mean

you're crazy.

Being crazy means you're crazy.

Yeah?

What's the difference?

Trust me, once you've seen

crazy...

you never forget

what it looks like.

Ever.

Henry! It's time for work!

Your yard looks like sh*t,

amigo.

Yeah, well, talk to my dad.

He used to mow it.

I'm not going to pick up

his f***ing slack.

Henry?

Henry.

- How are you?

- I'm fine.

Is your mother still away?

She's home.

Okay. Well, if you need

anything, let me know.

Yeah.

You should probably take that

joint out of your pocket

before it burns your dick off.

Apparently...

every week on this show...

someone inexplicably comes down

with hypothermia...

and has to get naked with their

sworn enemy...

which they just happen to have

amazing sexual chemistry with...

in order to stay alive.

You're going to live!

Oh. Okay.

I find that rather...

convenient.

So...

it's my birthday.

It is?

I'm sorry, Matty.

I forgot.

No, it's just...

I was thinking about

those birthday hats

that you always

used to make me...

and I was thinking about how I

never appreciated them much...

and thought maybe I could've

been a nicer kid.

No.

I should've been

a better mother.

Oh, my God.

Your dad was kind of

a hippie when he was young.

Yeah, I guess.

That photo of him upstairs,

he's all normal and dad-like.

I wonder why people do that.

- Do what?

- Change.

Is that his art studio out back?

Yeah, it was his art studio.

Let's go check it out.

- No.

- How come?

Because I can think of about

a thousand better things to do.

Oh, yeah? Like what?

Are we going to have a nooner?

I got to get all I can

while you can still stand me.

I'm so cold!

Marcos, don't let me die!

I will not let you die,

Francesca.

I saw some old pictures

of you downstairs.

You are hiding quite the rack

underneath that shirt.

Might want to think about letting

the ladies see the sun again someday.

Even the Bible says not to hide

your light under a bushel.

Let them out!

It's Matthew's birthday today.

Really?

And I forgot.

He had to tell me.

Hey, don't worry.

I will bake a cake,

light some candles

and sing out of tune,

all that good stuff.

How old is he?

He's 25.

Wow. He does not seem 25.

I know.

I'm on it. I got it. I got it.

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