CrissCross

I know what I did

probably looks like bad news...

but I bet you would do the same

if you were twelve...

and your life

was as screwed up as mine.

My dad was a bomber pilot

in the war.

On one of his missions, he hit

a hospital filled with kids.

It was an accident,

but it really freaked him out.

That was three years ago,

when I was in third grade.

Mom used to be

for the war like Dad...

but that all changed after

she saw what it did to him.

Dad came back from the war

and quit the military.

One night, he took me

down to the gulf.

We collected driftwood

and burned his uniform.

Dad said it was nothing

but a killer's costume.

After that, he moved us

from Texas to Key West.

In those days,

he was drinking a lot.

But by spring...

he started fasting

and took a vow of silence.

Then one day,

he just disappeared.

He wrote Mom and said

he wasn't coming back.

I wrote him once to ask,

"What about me?"

He didn't answer.

They're goin'

to the friggin' moon.

Half my money

goes to taxes...

so they can blow away

peasants in pajamas...

and fly to the friggin' moon.

So, what do you say?

You want to replace Monica

on stage or not?

I don't know.

I guess so.

Guess all you want.

Just let me know by tonight.

Well, so long, babe.

We're gonna miss

your 38s, you know?

- Thanks for everything.

- Sure.

Maybe with your tits,

I'll bill you as a 12-year-old.

You got a way with words,

Connie. Let's go.

When Dad was with us,

we lived in a house...

and I had my own room.

These were

the good old days...

which Mom doesn't like me

talking about.

If I do,

she says "G.T.F."...

which stands for

"Going too far."

This is Mom's ladylike way of

telling me to shut the f*ck up.

Hi, Mom!

All you have to do

is adjust the straps.

The thought of them touching me

gives me the creeps.

You start making five times

what you make bartending...

and you won't mind them

touching you so much.

I love you, Tracy,

but it's time you faced facts.

As hard as you work,

you still don't have enough...

for a little house.

If you want a future

for yourself and the kid...

you're gonna have

to bump and grind for it.

You're a tough lady, Monica.

I'm not tough. I'm practical.

Good morning, Termina.

You look pretty.

Thanks.

Good morning.

Yes.

Don't be late

for the card flip, boss!

OK!

Termina, eat your

sunflower seeds, please.

- Yeah, Termina.

- Shut up.

Hey, Snyder!

Come on!

It's OK!

Don't you say bye?

Not to you.

Mom and me stayed

in Key West.

She took a night job

being a bartender...

to help pay the rent...

but pretty soon, we had to move

to the Eden House.

Mom was waitressing there...

so the room only cost us

twenty bucks a week.

One 25-pound bag

of yellow onions...

I really dig Emmett,

but the way he chain-smokes...

he could drop dead like a fly

at any second.

And if there's one thing

I've learned...

it's a total nightmare

to love someone...

and have them cut out on you.

It at least will come back

with something...

for the geologists to study.

I'll call you right back.

Armstrong and Aldrin will

collect more than 100 pounds...

of lunar material.

- Seen Mom?

- Not yet.

When you had a mom,

did she used to work all night?

She only had time to sleep.

My father worked nights,

though.

He was a bootlegger.

Would you mind putting

the fish on ice?

French toast, pick up.

Swiss cheese omelet, pick up.

Wrong knife.

So, where's

the little guy's mom?

Still at her night job.

She can't get her tables

set on time...

she gonna have

to find another job.

Be nice to her for once.

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