The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Them Page #3
F***in' A, Stu.
I got nothing for you.
Come on, come on. Look,
I'm just asking you a simple question.
You don't have to candy-coat it
like you're gonna hurt my feelings,
but... did you see this coming?
Look, with the exception of my dog,
I haven't slept next to the same person
for more than two or three days in a
row, so I don't know what I'm gonna say
that's gonna be relevant
to your situation.
I opened a restaurant for you, a**hole.
No, you opened a restaurant
for you, a**hole.
And according to the Village Voice,
it's "a bar with uninspired food."
Whatever. Look, I'm simply asking
for my best friend's opinion,
even it is an uninformed piece of crap.
OK. "We are young.
Heartache to heartache, we stand.
No promises, no demands.
Love is a battlefield."
Pat Benatar.
You're a f***ing idiot.
Look, I feel like I walk on eggshells
around you.
You know, uh, I tried to talk to you
about this for months...
- This is what I'm talking about, man.
I don't know how to be
your friend anymore.
You know, you're no f***ing picnic.
Look, I saw her the other day.
- You what?
- I saw her.
- Where?
- Astor Place.
- Did you talk to her?
- No.
- You didn't talk to her?
- No. No. She was, uh, far away.
She was walking away.
She was going to class or something.
Class?
Yeah. She had her book bags
with her or something.
- She was going to class.
- What school?
- Like NYU or Cooper Union or...
- I don't know!
- The New School?
- I don't know.
- It's not hard to find out.
- Why didn't you tell me?
I just did.
What are you guys talking about?
- You.
- Oh.
Hey.
- OK?
- Um...
I'm not here to approve or disapprove,
just so you know.
Hmm?
Your mother always gave me crap
for never stepping up to the plate.
Uh...
OK. What?
Uh, I'm sorry, what does that
have to do with anything?
Well... you're a bit like me.
No, I'm f***in' not.
I stepped up.
OK.
So what else?
Nothing.
Nothing. We don't have to keep talking.
Yeah, but you're the one
who came into the room.
- Yeah, to turn down your stupid music.
- Oh.
Every day I do one thing
that makes me happy.
All right, one thing.
And that is I listen to my stupid music
while reading the stupid paper.
And that's the best way
I've found to deal with myself.
So just go back to the guest room
and count the f***in' raindrops.
"Count the f***in' raindrops"?
I was never very good
at this kind of thing.
OK.
It isn't your job to investigate
the expansive memory
that's called "the past"
and judge what is right and what isn't.
Seriously, what the f***
are you talking about?
You shouldn't be interested
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