
And yes.... I need to quit drinking....is a known fact....cuz my liver hurts.
You know this is beyond 'not good', don't you?
I know Mel... I gotta get a grip on this.
Seems to me THIS has a grip on you. ....Is there a particular reason you're hell bent on destroying yourself?
I ask myself that every day... honest....
And the answer you come to?
I have guesses... maybe truthful answers... does saying I have the genes count?
Only for a part of it. What's the rest of the answer?
I don't wanna face the answers Mel.... you know this without my having to tell you.
That's a part of the exercise in asking the question......but you know that-- Which is why I'm not getting an answer....Which is what you're counting on.....Which lives in the house that Jack built...... All the intellect in the world and still you won't.....
Line, right?
I don't talk A, B and C with you. You don't talk A, B and C with me.
What a deal, eh?
...We can talk anything. We just don't necessarily answer everything.
So... speakin of lines...wanna play hangman??
We're already playing hangman.
Kinda sorta....
Yeah.... And the rope's getting tighter.........
Yaknow.....I really, really care about your life...
It'll be okay Mel. This will pass.
So you want me to watch you kill yourself.
Every day at 4p.m. he leaves the office and goes home.
Jack is his best friend--though he tells me his best friend.... is me.
Every day he exits the house, hits his patio and stares into the wilderness that is his backyard.
Every day he pours himself a tall one to 'decompress'.
Every day he drinks his way into 'the zone'.
By 5:30pm he's mellow and utterly charming.
By 7:30pm he's spiteful and hurtful and malicious.
By 9:30pm he's wanting reassurance, wanting someone to care about him and his world.
And by 7am, he's without recollection of any maliciousness--"That was yesterday and today's a new day. If I got ugly last night, I apologize."
He's a man of routine.
I've been a part of his routine for years.
For years I could feel it coming.
For years I've dabbled in asking the questions that put uncomfortable silence between the two of us.
For months now, I've refused to do little except address the visable problem.
I know he cares about me and my life.
He used to care about his life.
I saw glimpses of that this afternoon when he stopped in for a chat.
When I rang at 6:05--mellow and charming. But the desire to talk even a piece of what's driving him towards self destruction........was gone.
And at 10:10, when he rang the house-- he was frightened that this 'deal' was bigger than him.
I assured him the best that I could......
......It is.