Turnabout Page #4

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lived anywhere.

This is pretty much home to me.

- Not me.

It never felt like home to me.

No way.

I dread it here.

Especially this time of year.

- Well, why are you here now?

- I moved away plenty of times.

It's like this black

hole of a magnet.

It just keeps pulling me back.

- Lisa loves it here.

She takes the baby to the

beach every day in the summer.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- That's nice.

That's nice.

Must be nice to have

someone that you love.

The way I see it, the

joy that kid brings you.

- It's a big responsibility,

don't get me wrong,

but he's so worth it.

He's smart as a whip, too.

He's reading like

10 books a day.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah, he's a chip

off the old block.

- Oh, so, he's like an

obsessive compulsive

tight ass like you?

- Hey, that's not cool.

- Oh, it's great you

spawned a monster.

- That's awesome.

Hey, I got you laughing again.

- Yeah.

- That's pretty cool.

- A far cry from where I

was a few hours ago, huh?

You got some tunes.

That is nice.

It soothes the soul, Perry.

- I remember when you

use to play guitar.

- Yeah, ages ago.

I played in some rock and

jazz bands, lived in New York,

played the blue note.

Things were good for a while.

- Well, what happened?

- Oh, man.

I was living a dream.

I couldn't hack it.

I got outta high school

thinking that I was going

to make a living playing jazz.

Things just never clicked.

I mean, that just ain't...

It's just not an

easy life style.

- Yeah, I can see what you mean.

You don't play anymore at all?

- No.

I pawned all my

guitars years ago.

I haven't picked one up in ages.

I don't know.

Every time things got too

wacky, I would just end up

coming back home to this place.

- So, Billy.

Where is this place?

- It's not that far.

It's about a mile up the

road past the link motel.

Remember that?

Take a left, and I think

it's like four blocks down.

- This is crazy.

- This is crazy?

No, no, no, no, no.

Crazy is you playing

with eyeglasses all day.

- Hey, it's a f***ing living.

What are you talking about?

- I'm sure it is.

I think that's the motel.

- Is that it?

Man, this place is

a real shithole.

- Yeah, that's what

makes it so great.

- Really?

You come here often?

- Only when I need to pop a nut.

- You are one sick f***, Billy.

- Wait, till you

see these girls.

Nice drinks.

You'll have a good time.

Isn't this great?

- You can't see that at a diner.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Thank you.

- To a true friend.

I'm broke, honey.

I don't tip.

- What the hell was that?

- That was no money.

I washed away my pride.

I can't.

- Jesus, Billy.

You gotta tip the

waitress, come on.

- You're right.

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