Is your mom home?
Not yet, she went to bail uncle Andy out of jail.
Well, tell her I stopped by.
Okay... I like your jacket.
Well, thank you, Shane. Everyone thinks I've lost my mind.
Everyone thinks I'm weird.
Well, I can see how you might give that impression.
I really don't care what they think.
Good for you. Let your freak flag fly.
Really?
Really. I've recently stopped giving a shit what anyone thinks and I've gotta tell ya, I feel great.
But you have cancer.
And you have a dead father. Both of us make people really uncomfortable. There's no way around it. So we can feel all self-conscious and pretend everything's normal, or we can just be our strange selves.
Thanks, Mrs. Hodes.
For what?
For telling me the truth.
You're welcome. It's a bitch though, ain't it?
