Life as a House2001

Sam:
I took some of your Vicatin.

George:
I know. Why?

Sam:
I like how it feels to not feel.

George:
I know the feeling.

Sam:
How do you become something that you're not?

George:
What would you like to be?

Sam:
What I'm not.

George:
What are you now?

Sam:
I'm nothing.

George:
That's not true.

Sam:
You see, that's the thing though is that I am what I say I am.

George:
I gave up on you.

Sam:
No, no if you'd given up on me I'd be in Tahoe right now.

George:
And what would you be doing there right now?

Sam:
Getting high, I guess.

George:
If I asked you to stop, would you?

Sam:
I haven't used anything in two days. I'm trying.

George:
I'm proud of you.

Sam:
Yeah, well don't be. And hide that new Daily...whatever that new drug is you have. I like it.

George:
I held I gun up to my father’s head once. You ever think like that? He had just been yelling at my mom over, nothing, undercooked meat. I went to my room, I held the barrel right up to his ear, and then I chickened out again. Of course it was a bb gun but it still would’ve hurt like hell.

Sam:
(takes of headphones) Are you talking?

George:
I was just thinking about my mom. She wouldn't leave my dad. I remember one time she made dinner for us wearing sunglasses. Remind you it was dark outside, and in. And nobody said a thing about it.

Sam:
Why wouldn't she just leave?

George:
I think she was terrified to live with him but maybe even more terrified of life without him.

Sam:
I would've killed him.

George:
It would have been so much better if you had. Maybe then he wouldn’t have driven drunk, killed my mom in a car crash, other women in the car. Hurt a little girl in the back seat too. You would’ve liked your grandma, she was pretty cool. I still think about that little girl, they couldn’t find her father and her mother was dead.

Sam:
Do you ever wish you'd have done it?

George:
What, killed my dad?

Sam:
(Nods)

George:
I loved him too much.

Sam:
That's weird.

George:
Yeah, I guess it is.