You have a stare at something so long that it changes before your very eyes.
Every detail that was masked in unison now starts to unveil itself one by one.
You can't even see the whole picture anymore now.
All you can focus on are the little things that blemishes the beauty.
The object is not one thing, it's now a collective.
If I took away one piece, would anybody notice?
Would they care?
At what point do I have to stop taking away until you can't identify it anymore?
So we both have nothing left to stare at.
Oh my god.
Drew, well, long time no see.
I wasn't sure that you would actually show up, but look at you standing here.
Nice to see you too.
Well don't be rude, Drew.
Aren't you going to introduce your friend?
I'm not rude.
This is my new girlfriend, Cake.
Cake?
Yeah.
Well, you think I'm clever, right?
Drew, you know where to go, right?
Drew.
Yo, Drew.
Drew, what's up, man?
When you fill out a job application, what's the number one question they always ask?
What?
Oh, my name.
Besides that.
My work experience.
Besides that.
Are we going to go through this fucking question?
Criminal background.
Okay, so?
So, listen, they always ask about it.
Now it doesn't matter how old the crime is, if you're a criminal, you're a criminal.
You could have repented for your sins, picked up the trash on the highway as a way to repay
back your debt to society, but you're a criminal.
What does that have to do with?
Wait, let me finish.
So if I murdered somebody, I'm always a murderer, correct?
Even if by accident, if I killed somebody, I'm always a murderer.
I guess.
That's why I can't get married.
What the fuck does this have to do with marriage?
Everything.
Look, I'm not for double standards.
But how many old women are walking around now?
They used to sleep around with every guy, huh?
A lot.
Now they want to get married.
They may not be having sex like they used to, but I don't want a woman like that.
Until the day an ex-con can apply for a job and not be questioned about his past, I refuse
to play this little game society has set up.
You sleep around.
All the time.
As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure you slept with a few women at this party.
Yeah, but I'm a guy.
You're specious.
Can you believe this?
I heard that this pregnancy isn't even an accident.
You know you're getting old when people you know are actually making plans to have babies,
and we congratulate them without feeling awkward.
It's none of that old.
So you guys are keeping it?
Who?
Who's that girl you brought with you?
Oh, she's from a college in Seeds.
You brought a prostitute to your ex-girlfriend's baby shower?
She's not a prostitute.
She's a call girl.
There's a difference.
Not really.
I need to get out of here.
This shit is freaking me out.
Drew.
Wow.
I'm so glad you can make it.
Hey, Drew.
Glad you can make it out, man.
Hey, you've been working out, huh?
No, not even slightly.
Drew.
This really means a lot to me.
I know we have a history, but we can still be friends.
We can still be friends?
Of course.
Of course.
Who knew you were so fertile?
I really dodged a bullet there.
Whatever.
Attention, everybody.
Now, I wanted to thank you all for coming out and supporting this celebration for the
woman I love more than anything in the world.
And for us welcoming a new member to our family.
Now, before we continue this celebration, I wanted to send a shout out to somebody.
Now, Drew, now I know this must be difficult for you and all, given that you and Allison
used to be together.
But we're happy you're here, man.
To support this.
Thank you.
I understand you've been checking on it enough.
Just saying fuck it.
And throwing everything to the wind.
And giving up because this shit is hard.
No.
No.
Look at this guy.
I'm too sensitive.
I'm too sensitive.
That's what she would say.
I guess that's why I have to find you.
I have nothing.
I would have to one year with you.
What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Are you smiling?
What's so bad about me?
What the fuck?
It's so bad about me.
Get the fuck out of here.
Just go.
Hey, you are pathetic.
Get out before I call the cops.
Go!
Fuck this.
Okay.
Would you like to come upstairs?
You want me to come upstairs?
No.
Would you like a drink?
No.
I shouldn't drink anymore.
I have to drive home.
And I think I've had enough.
Be a man.
Stop overthinking things.
Maybe I want you to drink for a reason.
Okay.
Do you have any whiskey?
You right back?
Take a seat.
Sure thing.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Can I have some water, please?
I'm a little thirsty.
Sure.
Do my back.
Okay.
Do you want some water? Here you go.
Why do I feel like we've done this before?
You say this all the time.
All the time?
Here, take the water.
Can you tell me, in detail,
any memory before Allison left you?
I mean, really vividly remember anything.
Yeah, right?
Um...
You go through this every time.
You go to her baby shower.
You act a fool.
You come here and have sex with me
and lie in the exact same spot,
holding a glass, just like that.
Your friend is calling.
Don't answer.
He's just going to ask about me.
This isn't real.
Let it go.
Let what go?
What the fuck?
Please. Please.
No.
I can do better.
I can listen more.
I can be who you want me to be.
I can.
So you know what it's like being with you?
If I stay with you any longer, it means...
it means I don't care about myself.
You ever stared at something so long that...
it changes before your very eyes?
Every detail that was...
All about myself.
you
you
