"JT, can I ask you something?"
"Sure"
"You ever thought about hurting someone?""Sure, all the time. Remember that night, drinkin at pony and blue ribbon, I was gettin fuckin hammered, told ya I thought I killed some dude on the walk home?"
"...No..."
"Ya...'member, workin on the place in Northbrook, we were doin all the drywall, I'm pretty sure I told you that day."
"No... I totally would have remembered that because it's fucking crazy"
"Ya, maybe I dreamt I told ya, but anyways, turns out I was blacked out at the bar the whole night. Wicked though right?"
"...Yeah..."
"...You need me to help you put the drop on somebody? I'd do it for you. You know that"
"No thanks, but I've been thinking a lot about hurting my dad. Which I suppose if I were a teenager would be normal or healthy, but I'm gettin old, boy"
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"You know you can't be in love with them...You don't really know them... Maybe you know...That... Maybe. Maybe you know that you're not right for them...You know...That whatever it is you're feeling is...is... just an attraction towards an image of that person you've created in your mind?"
"Pfffft... I dont know"
"Of course. I'm sorry. You were probably molested as a child. Were... you... molested as a child?"
"What?!"
"Mol...ess...ted...mmm?"
"You have no right to ask me that"
"Oh. Right. Ya... I fuck you in the ass for 50 bucks but you get bent outta shape when I inquire about your past. That makes a lot of sense"
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"I just wish I could get over this strange compulsion to protect him, but the only way I know to do that is to... hurt 'em"
"When I was a kid... my father used to beat me up pretty good... if I messed somethin' up. He made me cry a lot. But it made me tough, you know?"