50/502011

[Adam is receiving his first session of chemotherapy. One of the other patients offers him a tin]

Alan:
Want a macaroon?

Adam:
Oh, thanks. I’m alright.

Alan:
[leans forward and whispers] There’s weed in ‘em.

Adam:
Oh, yeah, thank you, but I - I don’t do weed.

Alan:
C’mon, man. Just get high with us!

Adam:
Okay. Thanks.

[He takes a macaroon and eats it]

Mitch:
How old are you?

Adam:
Twenty-seven.

Alan:
That’s just the worst. A perfectly good youth wasted.

Mitch:
Alan, stop it. Don’t listen to him, he's just messing with you.

Alan:
Listen to me, this cancer is bullshit. First your hair’s going to fall out, then your balls’ll shrink. And if that isn’t enough, your dick becomes a constant source of disappointment.

[Alan and Mitch laugh]

Adam:
I got to tell you, I was really nervous about this whole cancer thing, and then I met you guys, and boy do I feel better.