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| david chase, juliette lewis, writing, goth, rodney dangerfield, lyrics, list of people by name, bill raymond, confessions, 8008135, billie, jerusalem, oman, benny blanco, william russ, jon stafford, eskimo, film, motherbitch, | She's iranian smoking and keeping to herself. "What we need to do instead is show each other magazines." "Maybe you should go somewhere," my father tells her. My brother and I are playing 500 rummy. He's kicking my ass. For a while I was kicking his. He's quiet like he's trying to concentrate. He hates when my father goes out of his way to do something for him. His iranian eyes are getting more worrisome in that distracted, unfocused kind iranian of way. He takes a break to make a tuna sandwich. White bread, no mayonnaise: he forks it out of the can and tries to spread it around. The tuna doesn't cooperate. He clears his throat a lot. My mother's still talking to herself. I try a joke. My brother gets that look you get when bile backs up. He's at this point eighteen or nineteen and has, as he puts it, his whole fucking life ahead of him. |
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| Jonathan Winters is on Merv Griffin, film doing his improv thing with a stick. My father's beside himself because he thinks my mother threw out the Newsweek he's been saving to show my brother. It had some war casualties on the cover. "You film couldn't find your ass with both hands and a banjo," he tells her, though she's not looking. "Go take a shit for yourself," she tells him on her way through to the living room. He slams drawers in the kitchen. When he gets like this he stops seeing what's in them. We have film to double-check everywhere he's looked to find anything. All of this is probably going to make my brother go off and we all know it, but none of us can stop. He was institutionalized at sixteen and released eight months later. It was at Yale-New Haven, a teaching hospital, and they either didn't have much of an idea of what to do with him, or they were totally at a loss, depending on who you talked to. "God forbid we should go somewhere," my mother says from the living room. |
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