Riding the Bullet Page #2

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Lennon's there going,

"This is an oldie, but a goodie..."

and rips into I Want to Hold Your Hand

or something...

and Paul, George, and Ringo

walk on stage...

and everybody just goes f***ing apeshit!

As far as I'm concerned,

it's anything-can-happen day.

The Beatles, man!

-You know what's going to be weird?

-What?

When they get old.

What's it going to be like...

when Lennon and Hendrix and Janis...

and Jim Morrison

and all the gods of rock 'n' roll are like...

old and fat and bald and sh*t?

lt'll be a world I don't want to live in.

Amen, brother.

Don't answer it. It's gonna be Jessica

and she's gonna want her tickets back.

-Don't be ridiculous. It is not.

-It is. Don't answer!

It's bad news, I know it.

-Hello?

-Hi, Alan. It's me.

I'm sorry I said what I said. I love you.

Let's run away to Toronto and forget

about the rest of the world for a few days.

Okay? Please?

Please don't answer it.

-Hello?

-Alan Parker?

That's right.

This is Janey McCurdy.

You know, next door to your mama?

Hi, Mrs. McCurdy.

What is it? Is my mom okay?

It was a stroke.

It happened in the restaurant.

Oh, Jesus.

I don't want you going off all halfcocked.

The doctors think she'll be okay.

-Who is it?

-Shut up!

Is she still in the hospital?

Yes, and under the best of care.

You are not going to Toronto

with Cheech and Chong here...

while your mom's lying in a hospital

120 miles away, maybe dying.

When do you think you'll be coming down,

Alan? Saturday?

Tell her I'll be there tonight.

-What?

-No!

Won't your mama be so happy to see you?

Thanks. Bye.

What is it?

It's my mom. She's in the hospital

down in Lewiston. She had a stroke.

Sh*t. I'm sorry, Alan.

What about Toronto?

You guys go ahead.

I got to make sure my mom's okay.

Look, Ma!

I got a gold star, Ma.

What's the matter, Mama?

Oh, baby.

What?

It's gonna be okay, sweet pea.

Why are you crying?

It's your daddy.

A loving husband, a good father,

a generous friend....

It's just you and me now, baby.

Alan and Jean Parker against the world.

No!

-Thanks for the ride.

-Not a problem, man.

-Where you headed?

-Down to Lewiston.

I can take you up to Hampton Center, man.

Far out. Thanks.

-You want to get high?

-No, that's okay.

What are you, a narc?

No, I'm not a narc.

No, because if you're a narc,

you'd have to say you're a narc, right?

What's in Lewiston?

I've gotta see my mom in the hospital.

Sh*t. What is she, sick?

No, she hangs out there,

pulls tricks for a few extra bucks.

Kind of a hobby.

She had a stroke.

That's a drag. My mom died in a hospital.

Heavy sh*t. She had lung cancer.

She weighed like 75 pounds when she died.

Thanks for sharing that, a**hole.

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