:What..what did you say?
:You’re chasing Amy.
:What do you look so shocked for? He does this all the time. Fat bastard thinks just because he never says anything, that it’ll have some huge impact when he does open his f*cking mouth.
:Why don’t you shut up? Jesus! Always yap, yap, yapping all the time. Give me a f*cking headache.
:I went through something like what you’re going through. Years ago. Same kind of thing with a girl named Amy.
:A couple of years ago.
:What’d she ‘Live in Canada’ or something? Why don’t I remember this?
:What you don’t know about me I can just about squeeze into the Grand f*cking Canyon. Did you know I always wanted to be a dancer in Vegas?
:Hunhh? Bet you didn’t know that?
:Just tell your f*cking story so we can get out of here and smoke this.
:So there’s me an Amy, and we’re allinseparable, right? Just big time in love. And then about four months in, I ask about the ex-boyfriend. Dumb move, I know, but you know how it is - you don’t really want to know, but you just have to... stupid guy bullsh*t. Anyway she starts telling me all about him - how they dated for years, lived together, her mother likes me better,blah, blah, blah - and I’m okay. But then she tells me that a couple times, he brought other people to bed with them - menage a tois, I believe it’s called. Now this just blows my mind. I mean, I’m not used to that sort of thing, right? I was raised Catholic.
: Do something. So I get weirded out, and just start blasting her, right? This is the only way I can deal with it - by calling her a slut, and telling her that she was used - I mean, I’m out for blood I want to hurt her - because I don’t know how to deal with what I’m feeling. And I’m like "What the f*ck is wrong with you?" and she’s telling me that it was that time, in that place, and she didn’t do anything wrong, so she’s not gonna apologize. So I tell her it’s over, and I walk.
:No, idiot. It was a mistake. I wasn’t disgusted with her, I was afraid. At that moment, I felt small - like I’d lacked experience, like I’d never be on her level or never be enough for her or something. And what I didn’t get was that she didn’t care. She wasn’t looking for that guy anymore. She was looking for me. But by the time I realized this, it was too late, you know. She’d moved on, and all I had to show for it was some foolish pride, which then gave way to regret. She was the girl, I know that now. But I pushed her away...
:So I’ve spent every day since then chasing Amy...So to speak.
:Enough of this f*cking melodrama. My advice - forget her, dude. There’s one woman in the world. One woman, with many faces.
:Get up, bitch
:We gotta book. We’re catching a bus to Chi-town.
:Business, yo. How many more of those phat envelopes do we got coming to us?
:I don’t know. I don’t know if the book’s going to be around much longer.
:Yeah? Good. I’ll be glad as sh*t when it’s gone.
:Are you kidding me? There’s millions of people out there that’d love to see themselves in a comic book.
:I know. I spend every f*cking waking hour with one of them. But it ain’t like us at all - all slapsticky and sh*t - running around like dicks, saying... What’s that sh*t you got me saying?
:Oh, umm..."Snootchie Bootchies."
: Snootchie Bootchies. Who the f*ck talks like that? That is f*cking baby talk.
:It’s a big world, g - but we’re boundto run into you again. Until then -keep your unit on you.
: Do, or do not - there is no ay.
:Knock it off! Get your fat ass moving we got a bus to catch. Man, why do you always have to tell that f*ckin' gay story?
:Man, shut up.
:You shut up, you fat f*ck!
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