You're the Worst, Season 3

Tow Truck Driver:
Dreams?

Edgar:
Some real bad ones.

Tow Truck Driver:
Hypervigilance?

Edgar:
I saw a sniper on the overpass.

Tow Truck Driver:
IEDs in the trash?

Edgar:
Yes! Roadside trash is the worst. Why can't they just throw it away?

Tow Truck Driver:
Suicidal thoughts? You know the stats? 22 every day. Though, in truth, there are some Vietnam dudes that are jacking up our numbers, but still.

Edgar:
I thought starting today, things would get better. But they don't give a shit.

Tow Truck Driver:
Here's what you got to understand. They're not evil. None of 'em are. The military's job is to sand down our humanity just enough to where we can take a life. That's it. Afterwards, some totally separate branch gets to deal with all these purposely broken motherfuckers. Not only is that impossible with the resources, that's just impossible, period.

Edgar:
Yeah, well, then, what are we supposed to do?

Tow Truck Driver:
Not wait for someone to help you. Figure out what works. My man Carter, he hunts all the time. This big chopper pilot I know, he goes to yoga. And we make fun of him, but it seems to work. Jorge hikes the PCT once a year. I got this companion dog. I wanted a big, mean dude, but the organization gave me this little scrub. He saved my life, this guy. This other bro I know locks himself in his bedroom and stabs his closet door. I mean, he's not getting his deposit back, but once the rage passes, he's fine. I know you don't want to hear this, but the minute you stop looking for someone else to cure you, maybe you start living again.