Adam Russo Sam Truitt Daddy's big boy

Listen, I may not be your stepfather anymore, but I can certainly tell you what to do.

And you're gonna eat something.

Yes, sir.

I'm alright.

So you just happen to be in the neighborhood and decide to stay on my porch in the freezing rain?

To kill a little time?

Well, there's a little bit more to it than that.

What's going on, kiddo?

Well, I don't know. I just kind of miss you.

I miss you too, son.

I think my mom is really fucking stupid for divorcing you.

She's not even happy, you know?

Well, that's not any of my business anymore.

She just watches TV all day and talks to her stupid friends on the phone.

And she dresses like girls my age.

It's embarrassing.

That's not unusual.

Divorce does weird things to people, at least for a while.

She'll get past it. Try to go easy on her.

You seem the same.

Yeah, I'm the same.

Just sadder.

Alone, here.

I resign to my fate.

What fate?

Well, this.

Rattling around in my bachelor pad with another failed marriage under my belt.

Midlife crisis stuff.

You won't understand it for another twenty years or so.

Well, you don't have to be lonely. I mean, I could live here with you.

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