The Wackness Page #3

Yeah, don't stop #

# And niggas pack the clips

Keep on, b*tch #

# Verse two

Comin' with that Olde E brew #

# Meth-tical puttin' niggas

back in ICU #

# I'm lifted, troop

You can bring your wack-ass crew #

# I got connections

I'll get that ass stuck like glue #

# No question

I be comin' down and sh*t #

# Yo I gets rugged

as a motherfuckin' carpet get #

# And niggas love it Not in the

physical form but in the mental #

# I spark

and they cells get warm #

# I'm not a gentle man

I'm a method man #

# Baby, accept it

Utmost respect it #

# Assume the position #

# Stop, look and listen #

# I spit on your grave

then I grab my Charles Dickens #

Dr. Squires, can you, like,

prescribe medicine and sh*t?

Of course.

Why do you ask, Luke?

- Well, it's for me.

- No sh*t.

I think recently

I've been depressed.

I don't sleep good.

I think too much.

Luke, you ever hear

the saying,

"The unexamined life

is not worth living?"

Yeah. Maybe the

examined one isn't either.

Oh, no, come on,

don't talk like that.

Has this got something to do

with Kurt Cobain?

Look, the point is,

who says it's gotta be all

so f***ing sad like that, you know?

Is there something

going on at home, Luke?

Yeah, of course something's

going on at home. What?

This is what

you get paid for?

Men do the things they need to do

to become the men they want to be.

- Do you understand?

- Sure.

That includes

asking for help.

- It's my parents.

- There you go.

What about them?

They just...

They act like kids,

you know?

My wife and I

are the same way.

We act like kids

all the time.

And why do you think

that is?

Life

has a

funny way of turning you

into the one thing you don't wanna be.

My life sucks.

- I swear, it sucks.

- Lucas.

Do you have any idea

what I would give to be you again?

Not you, specifically, but me at your age?

It doesn't get any better.

- Tell me that's not true.

- Oh, you're f***ing living, Luke.

It's great, living. Get your heart broken.

Find yourself face down in the gutter.

Get your pulse up.

Make a real mess of your life, son.

This is what you tell

all your patients?

You're not

depressed, Luke.

- You're sad. There's a difference.

- No, I'm depressed.

I'm mad depressed, yo.

So just give me some of those happy pills

and we can call it a day.

Sorry, Luke.

I can't do that.

And how do you

suggest I deal, then?

I suggest you talk about it

with a friend.

- Like I said, I don't have any friends.

- You have me.

Great.

Yo, Shapiro.

- Yo.

- What's up, man?

Steph, what up?

Who's this?

This is Jesus Christ.

From my stepdad's first marriage.

Bet I can guess

what you're doing here.

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