Jal: (&hellip ;) and go do something about it.
Chris: …Oh, Fuck it!.
Jal: Right. Saying “Fuck it” works for you, then?.
Chris: Not really.
Jal: Then Maybe you should, you know, try.
Chris: I do try!. Don’t I?.
Jal: No!
Chris: That’s all you ever say - no.
Jal: No way!
Chris: Ah-ha! See?. There you go. Always saying no. No to pills, to parties…to me putting my hand on your gooch.
Jal: OK. OK. So let’s make a deal. I’ll start saying “YES” and you stop saying “FUCK IT” (&hellip ;).
Jal: You’re not who I thought you were. You’re an empty, poisonous smile.
Chris: Jal, what do you want me to say?. I don’t what I’m meant to say. Jal, LOOK AT ME. Look, I was perfectly happy killing myself. Right, but then you asked to try…And for the first time in my life it felt like someone actually gave a shit. And that person was worth trying for. And now I’d…I’d fucking make the world record biggest sandwich if you asked me to. I’d kick old grannies in the tits. I’d fill rivers with Panda Pops.
Jal: Is that it?. Are you the only person in the world that’s been let down?…The only one that’s been hurt, abandoned. Are you?.
Chris: …
Jal: So what gives you the right to act like you are?.
Chris: Jal, can you forget me?
Jal: No.
Chris: Jal. Don’t you understand? I wanna…
Jal: Make a new fucking pact that means nothing to you?. Yeah! Let’s do that. Let’s build something. And we’ll tear it down.
Chris: I fucked up big time. I’m more than sorry. I love you, Jal. You’re my whole world.
When you need some shelter from the rain
When you need a healer for your pain
I will be there time and time again
Here I am.
fuck it for Chris
we loved him. (c)