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Mr. Darren.

- How did I know it would be you?

Having fun in the bible belt?

Does hearing about your parents

sex life constitute as fun?

I would think no.

- Yeah, I agree.

Do you, like, when I get back, do you

wanna go have dinner or something?

Invitation accepted.

Yeah, 'cause we, you know, we could

bring, like, friends and stuff like that.

We could, you know, go

in a group or somethin.

Okay, sure.

Id better get going. Michelles

interpretive dance show is about to start.

I... okay.

- Good night, Darren.

Bye, see you.

Greasy, greasy, greasy.

Greasy?

I was just curious. Sh*t.

Bumpin uglies is not

appropriate dinner conversation.

Honey, hes very upset. Why

don't you have a talk with him?

I think hes upset because you have a

talk. You have the rapport with him.

Why don't you establish a rapport

with him and have a relationship

with somebody in this family, huh?

- Go on, go on.

Fine. Ill talk to him.

- Womans job to talk to her son.

Honey? Darren? Sweetie?

You know, Dad and I

didnt mean to scare you.

Honey?

Sweetie, we just, well, Id really

rather talk to you face to face.

Can I come in?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Mom! God!

Oh my God.

You're gay!

Close the door!

It has nothing to do with your sex

life or me not wanting to be here.

I just have to get home and protect my

room. - Son, son, be honest with me.

Do you have a boyfriend that you're

going back to New York to see? Do you?

Its okay you.

- I am not gay! Whats wrong with you?

Shh, keep it down.

Put the window down. Put it down.

Oh, honey.

- Come on, come on, now.

Don't leave us like this. You know, I

looked it up on the Internet last night.

Its okay to be gay.

Its almost natural.

Honey, why don't you just

stay a couple more days?

We can work this out, son. Ill go to

a gay bar with you. One step at a time.

Honey, if you have a special

friend, you can bring him home.

Well hang a gay flag in

the front of the house.

Honey, we understand these things.

- Yeah, we do.

We saw Philadelphia.

- We loved it!

All I wanted to do was get home,

have a few beers, and

party with my friends.

But they werent there.

Coleman wasnt even

there. Then, I saw why.

Apparently, Coleman had thrown

a party while I was away,

and guess what? It got

busted. Now you would think

that because I wasnt there,

I wouldnt be in trouble, right?

No. A bottle of vodka in my refrigerator

made it my responsibility

and my problem.

I was f***ed. My scholarship

was gone, and without that money,

I couldnt even register

for classes next semester.

So here I am, a thousand dollars

short, 24 hours to pay it,

50 pills of ecstasy, and I'm

actually contemplating doing this.

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