I Melt with You Page #7

I tasted it,

and it made every day anointed.

Nothing mattered

when we were together.

And when we were apart...

I felt him.

I felt him

like my own breath.

Do you believe in heaven?

I wish I did.

All righty, boy,

all righty, boy.

- Are you still writing?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I write.

I write all the time, Ron.

I write report cards.

I write on chalkboards.

I write to the school board

and ask for more money.

And sometimes I write,

"Dear God,

when You get a chance,

can You tell me why I've got

nothing to write about?"

What does that

gibberish mean, man?

I'm a...

I'm an English teacher now.

For now,

I'm a teacher of English.

How is Amanda?

I tell you, Rich, man,

sometimes I can't believe

that I chose so well.

I wake up with that warm body

next to mine,

and I just...

Yeah, you're a lucky man.

She doesn't push me

or question me, you know?

We respect what we both do,

and it's defined.

I know my role.

But I still don't know

why I've done the things

that I've done.

I'm in trouble, Rich.

I'm in deep,

over-my-head,

drowning, motherfucking...

trouble.

- You want me to go get the food?

- All right, yeah.

Sounds good, man.

Did you have

the large order to go?

Yeah, well, is there

anyone else here

who might have my order?

- Just one.

- God damn, I bet you that's mine.

Would you like to pay now?

Oh, yeah, ahem, of course.

Would you like to go home

with my order?

I'm working.

And you should probably

work on your lines.

If I work on my lines,

would you consider my offer?

No.

Yeah.

She likes me.

She likes me.

Looks like you're

feeding an army there.

- Walk out with me.

- What?

I want you to take

that apron off,

throw it on the floor,

walk around the bar,

and leave with me right now.

You're really high, aren't you?

You say that like you like it.

I'm gonna give you my number.

I'm in town for three days.

I got three friends.

We're harmless and fun.

Maybe you've got three friends,

you want to come over,

it's up to you.

But, hey, if you're planning

on throwing that away

and not calling me...

wait till I'm about

'Cause I'm sensitive like that.

Richard, I'm moist.

You are a very sick man.

Bass

Ooh, white, white

Ooh, white lines

Vision dreams of passion

Blowin' through my mind

And all the while

I think of you...

I don't think I've ever heard

anything like this.

It's one for the record books.

The more I see,

the more I do

- Something like a phenomenon

- Baby

Telling your body

to come along

But white lines

Blow away...

All right, you motherfuckers.

I can be reached on my pager.

Fair enough.

Oh, ladies

will be here in five.

- Bass

- Blow

Ticket to ride,

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