Jack Goes Home Page #4

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you believe

that god cares about us.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I did not mean...

- shhh. Nancy. Nancy.

Nancy, I'm not...

I'm not challenging you.

I'm admiring you.

I'm... reminding myself

that there's still goodness

in the world.

Still good people in the world.

Good people like you, Nancy.

Doh!

Thank you, Nancy.

Mom?

Mom, you awake?

- I need to sleep!

- Okay. Just letting you know

that I... I got rusty.

- Oh, god.

Don't let him scratch the door.

I just hate when he does that.

- Will do.

Uh, Shanda's coming over

a bit later with food.

Do you want anything?

- No. I need to sleep.

- Okay.

- Did you talk

to that whore nurse, Nancy?

- At the vets?

Yeah, she sent her condolences.

- Huh.

I bet she f***ing did.

- What does that mean?

- Swear I'm gonna kill

that b*tch.

- What b*tch?

- What b*tch? Crystal!

That f***ing b*tch.

- You mean crystal,

the love of your life?

- If she's the love of my life,

f***ing shoot me

right f***ing now.

- Give it an hour, you'll be

in love all over again.

- Pfft!

Shut up and eat your burrito.

The house is so quiet.

- Yeah, it is.

Just like mom always wanted.

Guess she finally got her wish.

- Can I tell you

something that...

You probably shouldn't hear

right now?

- Please do.

Your specialty is providing

unwanted information.

- I always thought this house

was haunted.

- Really? Why?

- I don't know.

Ever since we were kids,

it just felt like

there was some dark vagina

just hovering over this place,

waiting to swallow me up.

- Maybe it was just your latent

homosexuality talking, hmm?

- Shut up. I'm being serious.

I've always been scared here,

dude.

Why do you think

we'd fall asleep in the TV room

and then you'd wake up

in the morning

and find me passed out

in the yard?

Just felt safer outside.

- You'd go outside

'cause you walked in your sleep.

- Hey, so did you.

God, we're so weird.

- Found something in the attic

last night.

- What?

- It was a tape recorder

with a full tape.

It was labeled "for Jack."

- Well, did you listen to it?

- What are you looking at?

- We're best friends.

- Yeah.

- No secrets.

- No secrets.

- To be honest, it wasn't...

Your house

that's always scared me.

It's your mom.

She always scared

the living sh*t out of me.

I'm sorry, but i...

- no, no, no, no sorries.

- Every time...

I'd leave here

to go back to my house...

I would just be thinking:

good luck.

- Hey!

Peepin' tom.

- Hey.

- What ya doing?

- Smokin'.

- You got a name?

- Jack.

- Duncan.

How come I ain't seen ya before?

- I live in L.A.

I'm just here

for some family sh*t.

- Ah. I see.

I see.

Hey, do ya wanna do some blow?

- 'Scuse me?

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