You know what I mean?

Why you reading, bitch?

Because I like to read and this is a really good book.

You're a really good bitch, bitch.

Why you gotta bother me, man?

Because I'm not doing very well at school.

I'm reading at a third grade level.

I really don't want to get left back.

So when I see somebody reading for fun, it makes me feel that much more stupid.

And then I get mad.

I didn't know that.

Thanks so much for opening up to me.

Shut up, queer.

I don't understand.

Why you gotta go there?

I've been having sexual fantasies about some of the other guys at school.

Give me that.

I'm afraid of these feelings and what they might mean.

It's like because I hate myself so much, I gotta point that hate outward towards you.

You understand this on such a deep level that you...

I don't understand.

Now I'm gonna punish you physically for acknowledging my emotional problems.

Wait, wait, wait.

I was gonna say if you understand yourself so well, then maybe you should try working on changing it.

Of course I want to change it.

But it's the only defense mechanism I have against deeper, more terrifying problems buried inside of me.

You're lucky my dad's here.

Get the damn talk, son.

I need to take you home and beat on you because I hate myself.

And you look like your mother who left me.

And I'm gonna block out the guilt I feel over mistreating you with the river of vodka.

I'm gonna internalize that and unknowingly transfer it onto you tomorrow.

Coming reluctantly.

Coming reluctantly.

Coming reluctantly.