Sex, Death and Bowling Page #6

I came to see you.

Six years ago, when grandma died.

I was five.

Uh, my business took

off and... I don't know.

Mom told Evie you didn't

come because of grandpa.

Oh, yeah?

Do you believe in hell?

Uh, no.

But then again I don't really

believe in the afterlife.

Or God.

Why not?

I don't see any evidence for it.

Energy is neither created nor

destroyed, merely transformed.

First law of thermodynamics.

Meaning?

Meaning that if you think that

humans are energy, like I do,

they transform at death.

They don't just disappear.

Do you like designing women's clothes?

I design for men too.

Do you have to sew?

No.

I just come up with the ideas.

Other people sew.

Mom hasn't changed

clothes in like a week.

She doesn't play piano anymore.

She used to play for me before bed.

Good morning, guys.

How did we do through the night, huh?

He's OK.

Yeah, you didn't have to

give him too many pills?

None.

It... he

was OK.

I'm going to give you something now.

Glenn, you know where the morphine is?

What... no... you were the last...

you were the last one to give

him the injection, right?

I don't... some...

it was on the table.

Uh, Eli.

Your mom is going through a tough time.

If you need

to talk...

Yeah, I'm... uh, I...

I'm late for school.

I... I

should go.

Eli!

Hey, Eli!

I... I'll pick you

up from school.

Oh, no.

That's okay.

Well, no... I...

I'd like to.

Two o'clock?

Three!

What's going on, buddy?

Yeah, what's up, bro?

Yeah.

We're going to

get pumped today...

Sean?

Sean McAllister?

Oh, my God, it is you.

God, you're still gorgeous.

Thank you,

uh... Nan!

Nan, come over here.

Oh my God, Sean.

I just bought some of your pants.

That's crazy.

Oh my God, you don't

remember me, do you?

We were cheerleaders.

Ready?

OK.

You can do it, that's OK.

You can beat 'em anyway.

Of course, yes, yes.

That's right.

Hey, I'm so sorry to hear about Rick.

I mean he survives Iraq

and now this happens.

Yeah, um, Mike's going

to go see him later.

Shhh.

You know, I got to grab this.

Oh, sure.

Sean, this is Ana.

I was wondering if you

could swing by the pharmacy

and pick up your brother's prescription.

I got to... I got

to get going...

Oh.

Oh, OK.

Bye.

Bye.

See ya.

God, he's gorgeous.

And uber successful.

He's gay, right?

Yeah, I think so.

Bummer.

So remember, nocturnal emissions

or wet dreams as they are often called

are a healthy, normal part

of a maturing boy's life.

Any questions?

Nocturnal emission,

where's my history paper?

I... I didn't

have time.

Do you want to die?

Leave him alone, Wolf.

Who's going to stop me, four eyes?

We have an arrangement, don't we, Eli?

Don't we?

No.

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