The Adderall Diaries Page #3
guilty of abuse and neglect,
I sat beside him in court.
Right before my statement,
he pulled me close,
so it would look like
he was hugging me,
and then he whispered in my ear,
'you know it's all your fault,
right?
You killed your mother.'
that's what I could never explain
to the lawyers and case workers.
It wasn't about the handcuffs
or the beatings
or his shaving my head.
That was nothing.
It was the constant suggestion
that I was doing
something wrong,
that I was inherently poisonous
and to blame
for the series of abuses
and abandonment
that marked my adolescence.
He made that suggestion
in countless, subtle
and more obvious ways
all the years he was alive."
Man:
This is bullshit."In the end his passing
brought me no satisfaction,
no closure.
The day he died..."
Jesus Christ, how can
you people listen to this crap?
Oh my god, it's a ghost!
Boo!
My son, ladies and gentlemen.
The poor, abused orphan,
the underdog.
How convenient for you to have
a dead monster for a father.
How utterly pitiable.
I should be gettin' royalties
for this sh*t.
My son, the storyteller...
What a f***ing joke!
You deserve to be played
fallin' for this nonsense.
My son was never homeless.
He was a drug addict f***-up
who wants to seem
interesting and dramatic
and take your money
is what he wants.
All right, Neil, you gotta go.
- How are you doing?
- You gotta go.
Get your f***in' hands
off of me!
- You gotta go.
- I gotta go?
You're a f***in'
coward... always have been.
You people are all fools
to listen to this bullshit.
Um...
You know, I haven't seen him
in seven years.
The one thing we can
agree on though is that
we're just dead to each other.
You don't have to explain to me.
Well, unfortunately,
will feel that way.
But thank you.
I tried to kill
my stepfather once...
...when I was 16.
I worked in a pharmacy,
and I did the research.
I figured out what kind of
pill I would need
and how much it
would take to kill a man,
the whole thing, right?
I put a few pills in my pocket
every day before I left work,
saved up enough, ground them up
and put them
that he wouldn't let
anyone else touch.
So you killed him.
Nope.
Not even close.
Nothing happened.
It just went right through
his system.
He was that fat.
I guess I shouldn't laugh.
You'll get to funny one day.
It just takes time.
Stephen:
So what were you likein high school?
Lana:
Me? I was a bad ass.A bad ass?
Lana:
Oh, yeah. I had a punkband and everything.
What were you called?
We were called the Lys Dexics.
- What?
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