The Corridor Page #3

They wouldn't even

let me go to her funeral.

Now I'm wrecking this one too.

All I can say is that,

that part of Mom

that was always Mom

would never hurt me.

Then she did this.

And then I don't remember much.

I never thought

I could hurt you, and I did.

Chicks dig scars.

We look like cowboys now.

Right.

But I am still me,

you know?

That's what these pills

are for.

They're not supposed

to remind you that I... I'm crazy

but that I'm good now.

Even in the bin, I tried

to get them to hear that.

My shrink...

her name's Megan...

she would give me all these

mental checks I could do,

like counting down sevens

and stuff,

but I'd look around

at these other guys.

One guy's, like,

spinning hankies

like they're propellers.

Another guy's rocking

back and forth, clapping,

going, "Megan, Megan,

Megan, Megan,

Megan, Megan, Meg"...

So I stop her.

I stop her.

And I go, "Listen,

you got to get me out of here. "

And she tells me

I'm sick.

And I go, "Yeah, I know.

But these motherfuckers

are crazy!"

You're a piece of sh*t.

That was a setup.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But there'd be days

where I'd think,

I got to hold on

to that stuff

for when I'm with the guys.

And then there were other days

where I'd wonder,

why the hell would you give me

a second chance?

I'm not going back there.

I promise.

Well, enough of this depressing sh*t.

This was supposed to be

a funeral.

You were gonna tell me something before?

I was just gonna do a toast.

To the only mom

who let us play monster tag

at 2:
00 in the morning.

Or let us eat a bowl

of Cheezies with milk on them.

It tastes like Kraft Dinner.

We got away with murder,

man.

She was one of the

good ones, Pauline.

An empty glass

is bad luck, Ty.

Just, gentle.

To Pauline.

To Pauline.

Love you, Mom.

So who bunks upstairs,

and who gets the floor?

- I'm going...

- Boom.

- All right.

- In.

- Oh!

- Boom!

So, what, you just thought

that it was gonna be

a big celebration

when we came out here?

I'm with Ev, all right?

The five of us come up here

for a boys' weekend,

and it's couples therapy?

Don't I get enough of that

in couples therapy?

Hey, look, did Ev booze Tyler up?

Like, more than the once?

Come on.

Man, he is just pushing his luck.

How about you?

It looked like you were gonna

tell Tyler you're moving.

How did you know that?

Come on.

Your mom talks to my mom.

They're gossipy b*tches.

I don't know.

I just feel like I need

to get on a new path, you know?

Like I missed a connection

somewhere or...

I wouldn't tell him.

He'll lose it.

I'm allowed to move.

I mean, look at Jim.

Look how it changed

his game.

Don't you mean "Mr. Huggan"?

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