[voiceover] I couldn't stop thinking about it -- the like, fact of it. That people had sex. That they just had it. That sex was this thing people had. Like a rash, or a Rottweiler. Everything started to seem, like, pornographic or something. Like, Miss Krzyzanowski had sex. So does Mr. Katimski. They both have sex. They could have sex together, like right now. I am, like, the sickest person.
[voiceover] People always say how you should be yourself. Like yourself is this definite thing, like a toaster or something. Like you know what it is, even. But every so often, I'll have, like, a moment when just being myself, and my life, like, right where I am, is, like, enough.
That's exactly why I'm raising this. I mean, didn't you mention to me that you've had some feelings of distance from your friends since, you know... the incident?
I'm talking about the night you nearly died, the night that Angela's mother rushed you to the hospital. Now didn't you tell me that since that night you've felt some distance between yourself and your friend Angela?
I never said 'distance.' I just don't see her that much. It's not 'cause a some incident, it's, it's 'cause she's got this guy that she's, like, involved with. Which she wouldn't even have if it wasn't for me.
'Night. Because. [Graham turns on the light] Because nobody wants to hear something like that. Nobody wants to hear they may have made a mistake with their kids. Nobody wants to be accused of not being a decent parent. I mean, it-it is, it is an unwritten law, whatever goes on in your family is your business, period. Nobody else's.
Do you mind? I'm trying to sleep here. Do you really believe that? I mean, you really believe that it would be that much of an intrusion to casually and non-confrontationally mention to someone that you happen to be a little concerned about their child?
There's this thing tonight at this coffeehouse, Vertigo, and I-I promised Rayanne I would ask if I could go, but I-I don't even really want to go, and I feel so guilty. See she's, she's singing, um, with this, this band that-- all right, fine, it's Jordan Catalano's band, but this has nothing to do with Jordan, or the fact that we broke up or, or anything, that's what's so weird, it's something between Rayanne and me...I-I can't even describe, but it's there, and it's been there for, like, a while, since that night w when you had to drive her to the hospital. It's this thing that we never talk about. [She picks up a pile of clean laundry] So these are mine? Thanks, I was kinda low on clean socks. [She hugs Patty] Thanks for listening. [leaves]
[coming out on the fire escape] Hi. I've never been out here before. So Rickie was really scared. I mean, I was, too. [silence from Rayanne] So, what, you're mad at me? Because I didn't get to hear you sing?
You didn't miss much, just me making a fool out of myself, and you've seen that plenty. Right? Anyway, I knew you wouldn't show. I can't stand these looks anymore.
You and Rickie looking at me like I'm gonna lose control, like any minute I'm gonna go on some jag or something. I just can't stand knowing what you're thinking about me.
Rayanne, that's not true. I never-- I'm still your friend. Nothing's changed. [voiceover] But that wasn't completely true either. And we both, like, knew it.