Valley of Love Page #4

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A little.

I dreamt of Michael last night.

He was waiting,

we were in your car.

I don't want to hear about it.

It's a dream. It's harmless.

We're in your car. In Rome.

I hate that city.

It's a dream!

We're in your car.

We're meeting Michael somewhere,

and you find parking near the Coliseum.

When we get out of the car,

there are people all over the place.

And you disappear.

Hundreds of people brush against me.

I call you,

but you're nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, I turn around...

Someone taps my shoulder,

I turn around, and it's you...

And Michael. You're both facing me.

I look at you.

And your eyes are so black...

So black...

Is that all?

Yeah.

Pretty lousy.

Stupid dream.

- It's a dream!

- Yeah, but it's a stupid one.

Black eyes!

I know what your problem is,

always have.

Even when we were together.

Oh yeah?

You're borderline.

Are you calling me borderline?

So that's my problem?

I'm borderline!

I'm borderline,

because of your stupid dream?

What is borderline?

It's a personality disorder.

That f***ing takes the cake!

We can walk up, if you like.

There's a path.

Want your sandwich?

No.

I saw a lizard earlier.

I gave it some bread.

You're not supposed

to feed the animals.

It was a lizard.

It alters the ecosystem.

This is so annoying!

You getting service?

I didn't bring my phone.

Stop it!

- What?

- The bread, stop it!

Imagine what it adds up to

each week, each year.

There's a balance to respect.

Didn't you read

the rule book at the hotel?

Are you gonna hassle me

over a few crumbs?

If you take offense,

that's your problem.

You're an adult,

do what you like.

I slapped you once, remember?

Must've been someone else.

I don't think so.

Chris?

Hello?

Screw it!

Chuck that piece of sh*t

right over the edge.

F*** off.

The keys.

Sit down.

The keys!

Sit down,

I have something to tell you.

I tried to tell you yesterday.

I have cancer.

Bladder cancer.

They want to remove it all:

bladder, prostate, erectile nerve.

It's smoker's cancer.

How long have you known?

A month.

I'm going to see

some bigshot oncologist.

It took 2 weeks

to get an appointment.

It's Thursday.

Thursday?

The other guy wants to operate,

but I feel fine.

No signs of fatigue,

I sleep and eat normally.

I pissed blood once and...

I should've kept my mouth shut.

I'm so sorry.

Maybe this other guy

won't be so alarmist.

Bladders are easy to replace.

It's just a bag of piss.

I know someone

who only had half removed.

And you're right, he's fine now.

He still smokes.

I should probably cool it fora while.

Your friend have chemo?

I don't think so.

Losing your hair is one thing,

it's the eyebrows that kill me.

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