Being Erica (2009) s01e04 Episode Script

First day of a new job.
Kind of like a first date with your new career.
Will it be love at first sight? Or will it be "Thanks for dinner, maybe I'll call you sometime.
" Stakes are high, so, no shortcuts are allowed.
Nothing less than perfection will do.
'Cause today could be the most important day of your life.
It could be the day when it all falls into place.
Or when it all falls to pieces.
Wow, look at you, all dressed up for school.
So, um big day, huh? First day at work.
I'm really excited, you know? Despite the unintended skylight, - I have a good feeling about today.
- Unintended skylight? Don't ask.
I have a good feeling because I feel like I'm turning a page in my life, which is weird because my new job is in publishing.
And oh my god, I forgot to tell you, that my new boss, Ambrose, he asked to read my short stories.
Which is like, ahh! Like it never happens, so Oh my god, am I still talking? - Not anymore.
- I talk a lot when I'm nervous.
Yeah, I know this about you.
Of course.
I'm not just nervous because it's my first day of work, I'm nervous because of the thing.
- The thing? - The thing that we did with our mouths.
It was nice I thought.
Me too.
- So, what do we do? - Um, I guess we talk? - Like grown-ups? - Over dinner.
I'll cook.
Uh, you don't cook, you heat.
I know this about you.
- Listen, uh, knock 'em dead today.
- Thank you.
Good.
No-no-no-no, wait-wait, wait! - Thanks, buddy.
- Wait! - Loving the footwear.
- Oh, I know.
It's my first day of work and my new heels snapped.
So, do I wait for a shoe store to open and show up an hour late? Or do I hit the local pharmacy and pull out the old debit card and And hope your boss thinks it's enterprising and not desperate.
- I'm Julianne.
This is Brent.
- Hey, nice to meet you.
I should probably go report to Ambrose.
About that Ambrose has "moved on" to "other opportunities".
- I'm surprised.
- So was Ambrose.
He got replaced.
By the woman who edited "The Secret of Now".
"The Secret of Now"? Isn't that just a knock-off of "The Secret"? A knock-off of "The Secret"? It's actually one of the best selling self-help titles of the year.
Of course.
Um, I should probably go find my new boss.
She's right here, Erica.
Oh, I'm I'm just really sorry, - I thought that you were - You thought: "Here's this young babe, she just has to be somebody's assistant.
" "She couldn't possibly be the new Editorial Director of Non-Fiction.
" But I am.
And I didn't get here because I look good in a skirt.
I earned it.
You want on my team? You better do the same.
And the flip-flops? Desperate.
- So, you were Julianne's assistant? - Yeah, for 16 months, 3 weeks, 2 days.
Not that I was counting.
When they promoted Julianne to Editorial Director, she made me Junior Editor.
She fought for me.
Hard.
- Congratulations.
- Thanks, but I know her agenda.
Julianne's mantra is: "Keep your enemies close and those who can get your job, even closer.
" See you at the department meeting this afternoon, Frank.
I am sure that you'll have a terrific slate of projects to show us.
We're gonna do great things, Frank.
- Was that Frank Galvin? - Yes, the Frank Galvin.
- Owner and Editor-In-Chief.
- Oh, I know him.
I mean, I know of his reputation.
River Rock has published some important pieces of literature.
Well, important pieces of literature don't move units.
Not anymore.
You know what does? This.
We sold half a million copies last year.
You know why? - This book helps people.
- Well, I'll be sure to read it.
Well, this copy is signed.
You have to buy your own.
Oh, right.
So You have two degrees in English Lit? You've never been an Editorial Assistant before.
You never even worked in publishing before.
You're how old? I'm 32.
Huh.
Because I'm 27.
I took my first proofreading job right out of high school.
Look, I understand you have qualms.
Because people who have two degrees in English Lit and use words like"qualms" are usually literature snobs, and I have no time for them.
I understand.
And honestly, I'm not some Ivory Tower English Lit snob.
Yeah, I beg to differ.
See I read your short collection of even shorter stories.
- Ambrose left it for me.
- How nice of him.
- They're very heavy.
- I wrote them in university and I - haven't had time for rewrites.
- You've had over ten years.
Look, well, if you're done with them, I'd love to have them back.
Who said I was done? Who knows, maybe I'll even show these to Frank.
Brent! Can you show Erica to the coffee lounge? It's time to send her to school.
Brent? You've worked with Julianne for a long time.
- How'd you do it without, um - going insane? - Yeah.
- A lot of meditation.
Yoga, every morning.
Plus, I'm heavily medicated.
Hmm, out of her favorite organic espresso beans.
What? You could make her latte with regular beans, your choice.
No, you point me to the nearest Starbucks.
I need to go buy organic espresso beans, stat.
Ah! Score one for the newbie.
You passed the test.
Good one.
No need for Starbucks, I keep a spare bag of espresso beans in my "emergency drawer".
Julianne goes Hannibal if you make her a latte with reg.
She gets this sexy little lip curl.
God, she can be so hot.
Whoa, okay, uh speak of the devil.
Okay, she needs me.
I'll be right back.
Don't move.
Good morning.
What are you doing here? This is a private office, you can't just barge in here.
I did not barge, I waltzed.
That security guard, Phil? He is a sweet guy.
You need to go.
I am feeling anxious enough to begin with, this isn't helping.
Oh.
Feelings of anxiousness.
- Could you not do that? - Taking notes is a part of my job.
Okay, speak to me.
- How else are you feeling? - Um frustrated.
I'm finally in a place that I wanna be at and my boss is a "passive-aggressive bitch-face".
"Bitch-face".
Oh my god, I hate air quotes! Who even does that? You know that bumper sticker "question authority"? I think a better one for you right now might be, "Question your attitude towards authority".
- And what is that supposed to mean? - Oh, you're a smart woman, you'll "figure it out".
Oh, by the way, I made myself a Dopio espresso and I finished the beans.
I hope that's okay.
Will you please leave? Why don't you go say "hi" to your good buddy, Phil, huh? Tell him I said "hi", too.
- I'll go for now.
- Who was that? - I think he's from accounting.
- With those cheek bones? Me no think so.
Teach me the ways of the latte, Sensei.
Well said.
Thank you so much for coming in today.
Ambrose spoke so highly of you.
Ambrose and I, we go way back.
I was very sad to hear about his departure, but I'm really hoping that you and I can move forward with my book, Julianne.
- Oh, so do I, Marcus.
- Mark, please.
So, um I've read your outline and I hate to be such a Debbie Downer, but it really dwells in the past.
It's a memoir.
Have you heard of a little bestseller called "The Secret of Now"? Well, you have a framed cover behind you.
Right, there it is.
Um, the author, Thomas Friedken, friend of mine, he says "Strive not to look behind," "but always to the present moment".
"Look to the now.
" I wonder if you can bring any of that wisdom to your memoir? I'm not really sure if I follow you.
Perhaps, if I may, what Julianne is saying is that we're looking for projects with a self-help angle.
We need something for the millennials, we need something that we can market on social networking sites, like Facebook or MySpace.
- Are you familiar with those? - I've dropped in a few times.
Well, it was awesome to meet you, Marcus.
Mark, please.
So, we're gonna kick your outline around, "jam on it", see what we can come up with.
Sound good? Well, thank you for meeting with me.
Okay, Stahl's outline.
Read it, type up some notes.
We better look like we tried to come up with something.
Sure, sure.
And I'm sending you back to latte school.
This was repulsive.
Ugh! His memoir's slow-going.
Except for this one chapter that's riveting.
Well, you can't charge people $29 hardcover for one chapter.
Unless you made more of it, like Whatever, I'm supposed to write notes, not reinvent the wheel.
Well, Erica, if there's one thing you do know, it's books, okay? Don't hold back all your good ideas.
Unleash them! Trust me, I've been doing enough unleashing, lately.
I kissed Ethan.
I mean, I I really kissed him.
That is not the kind of bomb you drop in the middle of a conversation! I know.
I'm sorry.
So after all these years, you, you made out? - Well, was it good? - Very.
But I mean - Menu? - Thank you.
- That's not what it's about.
- Yeah, it is.
No, it isn't.
I mean, dating Ethan, it would be weird.
And complicated.
I mean, he just separated from his wife! Just answer this one question.
Is Ethan the kind of guy that you could see yourself with? Yes.
No.
Maybe.
I don't know, I don't know.
That's something you need to figure out.
The kiss - scale of one to ten? - Ten thousand.
The board wants me to deliver a bigger, better "Secret of Now".
This is not it.
I think we have to kill it.
We already gave Stahl a healthy advance.
Ah, Ambrose did, not me.
Well, I'm open to suggestions.
I mean, if someone has a great idea on how to salvage this project, I'm all ears.
Communications.
"E.
T.
phone home?" I don't see how that applies.
Just Stahl invented the Banting 7204 satellite which launched a revolution in digital communications.
Yawn.
Uh, where's the "juice"? Uh, he was a crack addict.
Wife, kids, a titan of business, but there he was, night after night, - smoking crack with gang members.
- Dark.
I don't like it.
Oh, but he beat the addiction, won his family back, returned to the top of the business world and I really feel like there's a lot of "juice" in that.
But I'm I'm just the assistant, so.
I don't know why they're paying me all the money, she's the one with all the fab ideas! What is your problem? - Excuse me? - What is your problem?! I'm sorry, did I do something wrong? You just made me look like an idiot in front of my whole team.
- I was trying to help.
- And I was trying to bury a book - that I don't want.
- I'm stuttering idiot, apparently.
If you don't get it together, today's gonna be your first and your last day.
FYI, when I say, "make some notes", that means bury it, temp.
- No, not again.
- Yes, again, and that's final.
Erica? Why don't you take a break and join us? Come, come, come, come.
- Here you go.
Have a seat.
- So Like I sad, anyone up for a little reading? Ah, good.
I have a stunning work of staggering genius, straight from the slush file.
This is a ritual we used to do at the other office.
Julianne reads from the worst submissions.
It's hilarious.
- And a little cruel.
- Relax, the author remains anonymous.
"The house is an abattoir.
" "Smoke billows from the chimney and up, breaking apart the night sky.
" "The trees sway in the wind like the scratches from a broken pen.
" Oh, god, stop.
We're all gonna go to hell.
We're just getting started.
There's five short stories in all.
One for every day this week.
"The December Yard is Grey.
" "The Morgan Family Sits Inside.
" "Mother's Tears Flow" I am older than her.
- Julianne, we need to talk.
- Uh, I need to prepare for a presentation.
You need to be some where else - and you're still here.
- I just need 60 seconds of your time.
You got 15.
- What? - 13.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock - Maybe we, uh - Use your words.
And your time's up.
Thanks for coming in.
Thirsty? "You don't miss your water, till your well runs dry.
" - William Bell.
- Not thirsty.
Not really.
When I get nervous, my mouth, it just it just dries up like the Gobi Desert.
Cotton-mouth.
The pasties.
Also known as "dough-mouth".
In medical terms, we refer to it as xerostomia: The rapid depletion of moisture from the mouth.
It's triggered by anxiety.
Common side effect of marijuana inhalation.
There's an idea.
Maybe I should get high for work, that might help? I doubt it.
I think Julianne would seriously harsh your mellow.
- Sit.
I insist.
- I should get back to work.
I don't think I need to root around in my past to figure out why a psychotic boss makes me tongue-tied.
Would you say that you are someone who is comfortable with confrontation? - Who is? - Now, your new boss a controlling, passive-aggressive, downright cruel I mean, she is so good at getting under your skin, you actually lose the power of speech.
Does that sound like anyone you know? My mother? Lozar.
Tell me about him.
Antonin Lozar.
No! Intense lecturer, esteemed professor, and the dread of every first year creative writing student.
- Erica, are you paying attention? - And for Ethan, it was a bird course, but for me? It was life and death.
I mean, I loved poetry.
I was determined to impress him.
And I thought I wrote the poem that was gonna win his respect: "Snowflakes.
" It was about the uniqueness of every soul.
Have I been made into this snowflake? Lozar never cared for anything that I wrote, but for "Snowflakes", he dug down to a special place in his heart where true evil lurked.
- They, they slipped through - What?! Soon I I felt suffocated.
Come on, come on.
I mean, I did what anyone would do, right? - You ran.
- Coward! - You will never be a writer.
- And I never came back.
I failed the course.
Come to think of it I haven't written anything creative since.
If I could do it over, I would look Lozar in the eyes and recite "Snowflakes".
Every single word.
- I'll see you on the other side.
- No, no, wait.
I need prep-time.
I haven't read the poem in, like, 15 years! "We are postponing, life speeds by.
" - Seneca, 5 B.
C.
- No, seriously.
Stop with the cold, please.
No-no-no! Okay, just hit pause! Ethan, you are going to read to us.
Sorry, I think I, um, had an allergic reaction.
Might wanna think about getting some pollen filters in the venting.
- Yes, Professor? - Shut up.
Okay, Ethan, before we were so rudely disturbed, you were going to read us from your new work.
- Okay, sure, uh - Come on, begin, please.
This is a poem I wrote called "Your love is a drive-by".
Your love is a drive-by.
Your bullets go ping off the body armor of my heart.
Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping! Ping-ping! Ping! Ping! Ping-ping-ping! All right, Ethan.
I said, that's enough! Again you take us down with you to the very sub-basement of self-expression.
And for that, I thank you.
Um you're, you're welcome? And you're shit.
Your poetry is shit.
Even your pen shit! Just sit down.
Erica Strange, you're next.
Uh um, Professor, I just have a little problem.
So do I.
I have to endure another one of your "poems".
You air quote too? We are waiting, Erica, hmm? I call this piece "Snowflakes".
Poetry is organic.
It lives when you speak it, not when you read it! Here are your snowflakes, Erica.
Itty, bitty, tiny snowflakes.
Still, we wait.
I am crouched on the axis of the sun on the edge of my cloud Oh, give me something with passion.
Wombs, pregnant with thought Oh, god, I wish to die! Has this Am I Oh god Have, have I made into this snowflake or Slush! Sentimental, juvenile slush! You hate me right now, huh? You feel like you're being attacked? Show me what you feel.
Come on, express your pain.
Express from within! - My loneliness is killing me.
- Louder! I must confess I still believe Believe in what? Tell me! When I'm not with you I lose my mind.
Give me a sign Hit me baby one more time! Yes! Speak the voice of the victim! The reason I breathe is you You've got me blinded There's nothing I wouldn't do It's not the way I planned it I must confess My loneliness is killing me Don't you know I still believe When I'm not with you I lose my mind Give me a sign Hit me baby one more time! Passion! Drama! I love it! And all just from the top of your head? Yeah.
It's straight from there; top of my head.
Who'd even think of writing an ode to one's oppressor? Genius! I love You're my little poetess! Hey, I think you should call your piece: "Voice of Flame.
" I was thinking of calling it, uh "Hit me baby one more time!" No.
"Voice of Flame.
" Much better.
Hey, everybody! You must come to the poetry slam.
Erica will be reciting her new work! Oh, no-no-no-no-no.
He's joking.
Professor, that's a one-time-only performance.
- Really.
- Nonsense! You must share this with an audience! Eh, I will insist on it! Look, I'm just gonna come right out and ask.
You just recited this weird poem about this abusive guy.
- Do I have to kick somebody's ass? - No, no-no-no-no-no.
I made that up.
I am fine.
I just made it up.
Thanks for coming.
So drinking in the afternoon? That's so un-Toronto of you.
It's a celebration.
Erica has been reborn as the poetess of fire! I'm so sad that he snapped your lucky pen.
- Yeah, I guess he didn't like my sound effects.
- Well, I did.
- I thought they were evocative.
- So did I.
- Yeah.
Pa-ping-ping.
- Shit.
I'm out of cigarettes.
Ethan, baby, do you think? Yep.
I'm on it.
- You're looking good.
- Thank you.
So, I hope you don't mind me asking like this, but I mean, do you have anyone special in your life? You mean a boyfriend? It's April '95, right? Yeah.
I mean, yeah.
No.
No one.
Just single.
C'est plat, hein? Cute girl like you.
Actually, Claire there is this one guy.
- Old, old friend, but recently - You felt a spark? But you're still unsure.
It's complicated.
See, when I saw Ethan, I just knew.
I mean, no hesitation, no second-guessing and you see, now he's mine.
And, uh as for your situation, well some things are just not meant to be.
- I guess you're right.
- You'll find your Ethan one day.
- One day.
- Walkies! I gotta jet, but thank you for the chat, Claire.
Hey! Dr.
Tom, wait-wait, wait! So you're a dog-walker this time? - Love the fanny-pack.
- Yes.
It's convenient for carrying treats.
Isn't that right, beautiful? Hey? What're your thoughts? You know what I love about dogs? They never pretend to be anything that they're not.
You know? I mean, look at them.
You get what you pay for with a dog.
No artifice.
So you're upset that I improvised.
Do you think that it's appropriate to address one of your life regrets - through plagiary? - Look I'm not proud of this, but I know my Britney Spears and "Hit me baby one more time!" isn't coming out for years.
Are you kidding me? You came back here to do something specific, right? I know, I know.
I wanted to face-off Lozar and read "Snowflakes".
But he tore up the page that it was written on and I can't remember it! "Defeatism is the wretchedest of policies.
" George Bernard Shaw.
No I'm not being defeatist.
I don't have a copy! Why does it matter so much that I read "Snowflakes"? Are you ever gonna answer a direct question when I ask it? "Maybe I will, maybe I won't".
"Oops, I did it again.
" Britney Spears.
- Where's Claire? - She went with some friends to see Chumbawamba at the Phoenix.
Wow, you're hot.
From the exertion of the Y-you're sweaty.
No kidding.
I better hit the shower.
Whoa, Ethan! What're you doing? What I always do.
Yeah, but would you put some clothes on.
Okay, mom.
Hey, beer me.
- Can I ask you a question? - Of course.
You can ask me anything.
Well, what's up with you today? I mean, you seem different.
Like you're carrying around this big secret.
I am.
See, I'm from the future.
Erica, what are you talking about? What's going on with you? You wanna know what's going on with me? I will tell you.
I'm stuck, in a manner of speaking, and I have to remember something that I wrote, and I have no idea why I have to remember it, but, apparently, it's important! Okay, well, what're you trying to remember? "Snowflakes".
That poem I was supposed to read for Lozar.
I totally forgot the last few lines.
I hate these generous handfuls of snowflakes; like pennies they slip through my clenched hands and are never enough.
How on earth did you remember that? Oh my god! You read me the finished poem like two nights ago.
I've read you tons of poems.
Why did you remember that one? Because this one this one was special.
- It's goofy.
- No, it's not.
Look, I'm no expert; the kind of poetry I like is usually about gangsters.
But this one you wrote? It was just you.
Well, no wonder Lozar hated it so much.
Screw him.
This is who you are.
You don't need his approval.
- If only life were that simple.
- It is.
It is, isn't it? Claire has no idea how lucky she is.
I should probably shower.
Thank you.
Claire is gonna be sad she missed this.
I told her there'd be lots of chances to see Chumbawamba.
Yeah.
It's not like they're a one hit wonder or anything.
What's up, everybody? We all ready to hear some poetry? All right, right on.
First up, someone new for y'all.
She's a student here, studying with our esteemable Professor Lozar, who asked me, make that insisted, that I put her on tonight.
She will be performing a piece called "Voice of Flame.
" To think, all semester long you were this boring little schoolgirl writing this pretentious vomit.
Now, you go up there and you show them the real Erica Strange! Thank you.
That's exactly what I plan on doing.
Okay, put your hands together for Erica Strange! Hi, everyone.
Uh, slight change in plans.
This is called "Snowflakes".
I am crouched on the axis of the sun seated on the edge of my cloud, womb, pregnant with thought.
Have I been made into this snowflake or has it been made into me? I hate these generous handfuls of snowflakes like pennies, they slip through my clenched hands and are never enough.
Thank you.
I invited friends to hear "Voice of Flame", not this verbal diarrhea.
Why would you choose to do this unoriginal, melancholy, bullshit!? Because - Yes? What? What? Spit it out! - Because it's all I've got! Okay? "Snowflakes" are my words.
It is my poem.
And I can say whatever I want, I don't have to impress you! Or anyone here! Calm down, Erica.
My friends here, they want to hear "Voice of Flame".
Well, they will hear it soon enough.
In about four years.
Let's go.
I'm so sorry! Erica, just Embarrassing.
I'm not in the business of delivering uplifting messages.
I leave that to my dear friend Thomas Friedken.
But I do see great things ahead for us here at River Rock Publishing.
And one of the projects I am the most stoked about is a memoir from mogul Marcus Stahl.
Now, I have to admit, when this proposal first came across my desk, I had my doubts.
It seemed, you know, blah.
But then, it suddenly came to me: Communications.
Stahl revolutionized the industry.
Now, I know what you're thinking: "Julianne, where's the 'juice'?" Wait for it.
He was smoking crack at the time! But he overcame the addiction and Oh, it's really just an amazing, amazing story.
And so what we have here is a uniquely uplifting, self-help/tell-all.
And I think there's a lot of "juice" in that! And I'll tell you what I think.
I think you've done it again.
- You scared me for a minute.
- Congratulations.
Oh good, oh yeah, this was a tough one.
This was tough one.
Julianne? Vancouver office called.
- I'll be right back, Frank.
- I'll be waiting.
- Get Vancouver on the phone for me.
- Uh, yeah, I lied about that.
We need to talk.
This is becoming a habit of yours.
A really annoying one.
I don't like the way you treat me.
- Oh, do tell.
- It's one thing to talk to me like I'm an idiot.
It's another to mock a short story that I wrote years ago.
But stealing my ideas? I won't accept it.
Well, then I will accept your resignation.
- Pardon? - Ugh! Do I really need to translate? You're fired.
Julianne just told me what happened.
What got into you? Long story.
Well, the bad news is that I'm gonna miss you.
Good news that now I'm free to ask you out for a drink.
A drink?! - A "drink" drink? A date? - Yeah.
Oh, do you have a boyfriend? I hope so.
I mean, we're friends in transition to A drink? You and me? - It's funny 'cause I thought that you were - In a relationship? No, honey, I like to play the field.
Call me.
I just wanna say congratulations again on this exciting new direction.
Thank you so much, Frank.
So, would you say that the theme is one of redemption? Or would you say it's more like triumph over adversity? Well yeah, I think either one of those is fine.
Either one What kind of framing device were you thinking about? Life story's needs organizing, first and foremost.
You were in on that meeting, y-you took notes.
Now's your chance to speak up.
Please.
Well, the floor is yours.
Julianne feels that the memoir should start on one particular night in '91.
Now, Stahl owed money all over town and was bottoming out on cocaine.
Now that's one way to grab the reader.
Go on.
You wanted to see me? Close the door.
Well, you did it.
You earned your place.
What makes you so sure I still want it? I bailed you out because I care about the book, not 'cause I care about you.
Whatever.
I'll see you tomorrow.
I never said I was coming back.
You stole my ideas, Julianne.
You really don't know how this works do you? Let me "break it down" for you.
Your ideas are a ball.
You pass me the ball, I drive it to the net, we score, we win, we share in the glory.
- That's a neat rationalization.
- It's a game, Erica.
Business is a game.
Publishing is a game.
You can either stand on the sidelines or you can play, it's really your call.
- Fine.
One condition.
- I'm not gonna be nice to you.
Just gimme back my short stories.
See you tomorrow.
Sit.
So, big plans tonight? Not really.
I'm just gonna hang with Ethan.
You have that look of nervous excitement.
As if perhaps tonight is more than just a "hang".
Well, I've been thinking, and I think I think I should take a leap.
Who knows? It could be great.
It could be a total disaster, but it it could be amazing.
What? Nothing.
It's quite a thing to behold, this new, confident Erica.
Reciting the poem in her heart, standing up her boss, - taking a leap into love.
- I am pretty amazing, aren't I? Alice M.
Swain said "Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go, "it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow.
" - Thanks, Dr.
Tom.
- Good night.
It seems most of the time we walk around with the world on mute.
But when you're on the cusp of something dramatic and maybe life-changing, it's like a filter comes off and suddenly everything comes alive, and even the smallest moment is imbued with the magic of possibility.
And you think: This is the night when you drop your mask and reveal your true self.
This is the night when everything is rewritten.
You left the door open.
Hey.
I'll, uh I'll be right out.
- Good to see you.
- Good to see you too.
Uh I bought us a nice bottle of wine.
Spared no expense, huh? - We're celebrating? - Yeah, I guess.
I'm feeling great and um I'm ready to have our, our talk.
Are you okay? What's wrong? What is this? Oh my god, you got served? I-I knew it was coming.
I wanna get divorced.
I do.
Claire and I are over, I know that.
But when I look at the papers, it just, uh it just seems so final.
I don't know what to say.
You don't have to say anything.
It's cool.
Just another thing to celebrate, right? I'm fine.
Really.
Never been better actually.
Wish I could find a corkscrew in this goddamn dump of an apartment.
Hey.
It's okay.
I'm here.
I'm glad.
I really need a friend right now.
I know, and you've got one.
I'm not going anywhere.