Everything Is Fine Page #5

- Are you sick?

No, I have a pedagogical day.

Do you ever...

like, play on a golf course?

- Too many people, like.

- OK.

Wanna try?

I dunno.

Yeah, I'd love to.

- It's a golf club, Gretzky,

not a hockey stick.

Hands closer together.

- Like this?

- Place your feet perpendicular

to the trajectory.

Bend your knees a bit. Good.

Your eyes always on the ball.

Man.

Sh*t.

I'm sorry.

Are you making fun of me?

I smashed your window.

- So what?

Just get the driver - the club.

I'll show you how.

- Is your dad good at golf?

- Yeah, the basement's

full of trophies

from when he was like 30.

Did he teach you?

You crazy? No way I'd play.

Golf's a boring sport for old farts.

But my brother plays.

- Is he good?

- He's really good, goddamn jerk.

- What's he doing now? Isn't he...

far away, like in Iraq?

- Afghanistan.

- Right.

What's he doing there?

What's his job?

- I dunno,

something with terrorists.

They're protecting pipelines,

strategic interests.

I bet they have piles of hash.

For sure, man.

Johnson Poupart.

- For you, golf...

Nicely played!

is it chill?

Do you like it?

Is that what chill means?

What's it mean?

- It means...

- What?

Do you even know

what chill means?

Not really!

It means it's cool.

- Cool?

- Yeah, all those words.

- Great vocabulary.

- Yeah, it's chill. Not bad, man.

Ahem.

I have something for you.

At least they'll be used.

It's really nice, but...

I don't think I can accept.

They're brand new!

Know how much I paid?

That's not the point.

They weren't for me.

I can't.

What'll I do with them?

Bury 'em in the cemetery?

Beat it.

Scram.

Hello?

What are you doing?

- Nothing.

- Are you hanging in front

of my place by chance?

- No, it's just...

Where are you?

I'm on my way.

Uh...

I wanted to apologize

for the other day.

- For the quarry, the diner,

or in the car?

Yeah, that too, but...

Seriously, I didn't mean

to make you freak, okay?

- Look, I just don't want to lose it

cause of someone.

I don't want that.

Come on.

Don't take it that way.

Hey!

It's OK.

I deleted it yesterday.

What?

Sasha, from my cell.

Did you delete them?

No.

It's not funny.

Stop. Listen.

Christ, what a dummy.

Delete their numbers, Josh.

OK.

Hello.

Hi, how's it going?

Hold on a sec.

Yeah, sorry.

Cool!

Who'll be there?

Yeah, I'd like that.

I'll ask him and call you back.

See you later.

Bye.

That was Cath.

She's having a party.

I'll be back, OK?

Sorry.

F***ing line for the can.

- That bad?

I had to go in the bushes.

You making a documentary?

The ravages of drugs.

- Admit you're making a film

about ducks.

Ducks are hot.

Yeah, right.

Yeah! Whoo-hoo!

- Not to bug you wimps,

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