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"What about law school?"

And I go, "I told you I was

coming here for my music."

So they're, "Then why did we

spend $100,000, Derek?"

I'm like, "You got me.

You could've just gotten me

Pro Tools and I'd be happy.

Law school is your dream,

not mine."

And they think it's all

about record deals,

but it's so different now.

They're so old-fashioned.

They just don't get it,

you know?

Hey, my parents

believed in witches.

Hold on, I gotta play

you something.

Mm.

You've got...

you've got something.

Hmm?

You want a rail?

A little bit won't hurt.

I gotta get out of here.

Hey, people can see you.

What?

Nobody cares.

Besides, the streets are wet

and my shoes are suede.

Stacy, I kinda did

something bad.

- What?

- Well, this drummer guy

was all coked up and his nose

started bleeding.

- Oh, no.

- I just licked a drop.

And what now? Are you jonesing?

Do you have the hunger?

No.

I just had what came out.

It wasn't even flowing.

But I know it would be so much

more satisfying than this whole

get-dressed-go-out-

and-have-sex routine.

I mean, guys used

to want to sing

or paint or write.

Now, it's like iPod hits

and webisodes.

Half the time, I don't even know

what they're talking about.

Well, we're going to group tomorrow.

That always helps.

- Hey.

Didn't that used to be

a yogurt place?

Things keep changing

around here.

Well, in the '70s,

it was a methadone clinic

and all the hippies

would be sitting on the stairs

waiting for their medicine.

And in the '50s,

it was a dance studio,

and everyone came to the Village

to be beatniks.

And before that,

it was a German newspaper.

How do you

know this stuff?

- The History Channel.

- Oh.

- Uh-oh, birds.

- Hurry. Go, go!

- Whoops!

- Get back.

- Watch out, Kenny!

Oh!

That's Van Helsing.

Let him through.

Oh, no, no, no.

This doesn't have

anything to do

with Homeland Security

so get away from

my crime scene, huh?

Did you recover the neck?

Look, it's your garden variety

John Doe.

Killed, bled out

someplace else,

they hacked it up

and dumped it here.

You call this bled out?

It's bone dry.

- Detective.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I need you to back up, please.

What is that,

a pizza carrier?

There.

You happy now?

Hey, if we find a subway map

and explosives, we'll call you.

- Whoa.

Good evening.

My name is Harry,

and welcome to

Sanguines Anonymous.

Tepish, you're a stem,

aren't you?

Someone told me

that if a stem dies,

all the offshoots die.

It's an old wives' tale, right?

I thought as long as you stayed

out of the sun, you're okay.

And if your stem died,

you start aging.

No, you start aging,

but not like the day players.

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