Down to You Page #2

-What happened?

She...

she...

she shoved...

her finger in my butt.

-In my... you know.

-My God.

My God!

Does this mean I'm gay?

Am I gay?

-Then again...

-Shut up.

I saw the film last night.

It's not bad.

That chariot sequence must've

been kind of tricky.

That old and still in love.

-You ever been in love?

-Sarah. All through high school.

Tingles and everything.

Lost my virginity to her.

-But that's all extinct.

-Why?

Because it happens.

It's a probable fatality.

-How old are we?

-2O.

We don't need love in our lives.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Hung over?

-It's ghastly.

Usually my parents never let me

drink more than two. Come in.

-Nice to have a single.

-It's the only lottery I've never won.

Something sacred.

Thank you.

Cake is my world.

I feel like I should pay admission.

These are really, really good.

Why, thank you.

I'm not gonna major in it, though.

Why not?

I was supposed to go to the

Art Institute in San Francisco. But...

my parents think that fine arts is for

graduate study, or something to do...

on weekends.

Did you always wanna be a chef?

Actually, when I was younger I kind

of wanted to be a singer-songwriter.

-Me too.

-Really?

-But I've absolutely no musical talent.

-Me neither.

But that's how I found painting.

Come here. Let me show

you my album covers.

See?

I would paint myself in them.

These are so good!

-Sister?

-No, I'm an only child.

-Me too.

-We're prime for psychoanalysis.

-Tell me about it.

-So can I psychoanalyze you?

Sure.

Childhood:
good or bad?

-Good and bad.

-Favorite foods?

This is such an intense

subject for me.

Fish. I love fish.

-Have you ever been to Oceana?

-No.

It's the most amazing restaurant.

It's truly religious.

-Vices?

-Sleeping, beer, wine, cheese.

Cigarettes, fashion magazines...

TV, chocolate...

...underachievers.

-You're single though, right?

-It's supposed to be about you, not me.

-It's been about you a little bit.

Who was your first kiss?

-I don't know her name.

-What?

I was twelve.

I'd just finished at the dentist,

who had Novocained my whole mouth.

My mom was supposed to pick me up.

And this lady comes out of this shop.

And she dropped something

out of her pocket. A ring.

I picked it up.

I tried to call out to her...

but my mouth wasn't opening

too much and it was all slurred.

She smiled.

So finally...

I gave it to her.

And then she kissed me.

A real kiss.

And even though I couldn't feel

anything, I got excited.

-Such a weird story.

-It was weird.

But then I felt powerful,

like I could kiss anybody.

How about you?

-I was eleven. My gym partner.

-You kiss like a fish.

He was a jerk.

-Some people like that kind of thing.

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