Bliss

Hey!

How long you been at it?

An hour?

Did you get anything done?

Does it look like it?

Well...

I mean... I don't know.

There could have been, like,

incremental progress or something?

Shit...

Shit.

I gotta be out of here in 20 minutes. Shit.

Oh, hey, are you still going to... you still want to give me a ride?

Not really.

C'mon, are you serious?

You said you were going to give me a ride, c'mon.

C'mon. Please?

It's like, right on the way.

Don't make me take the bus.

Fine.

15 fucking minutes then.

I'll be ready in 10.

You're a real piece of shit, you know that?

God, I told you 15 fucking minutes.

Dude! You've totally fucked me!

I said I was sorry, Dez. Jesus Christ.

Sorry's not going to get me there on time.

You know what would?

Making your freeloading' ass take a cab.

But I'm not going to do that.

- You want to know why? - Why?

'Cause I'm not a fucking asshole like you.

Yeah? Well, you're starting to sound like one.

Dezzy!

You trying to dodge me? It's been two weeks

and I need that fucking rent money. I'm not running a shelter here.

I'm running a business,

and there are people over me

who are telling me that I have to have the money

in for everyone in the building.

Lance, Lance, listen to me.

Dude, I'm on my way to my fuckin' agent right now

to pick up my commission check.

It's two weeks late getting to me, alright?

So they're fucking me, by default I'm fucking you,

and we're all fucking fucked.

I'm fuckin' sorry, dude .

I know that it's shitty but just, like,

come by later tonight, we'll settle up.

- Is that cool? - I'm asleep late tonight.

Alright, well, then tomorrow morning.

I'm going upstate for my sister's birthday.

Alright, then fucking Monday then, man!

Work with me!

That's a three day extension, Dezzy.

You better have a check in my hand by Monday,

you understand me?

Yes.

Like goddamn,

you know that my anxiety is through the fuckin' roof

right now and it's just, ya know...

Listen.

I try to be patient, and to be kind to people,

but really and truly sometimes it's just, like...

What the fuck?!

You know what, darlin?

I think you just need to

chill out a little bit, you know? Relax, everything is going to be fine.

Yeah, "Chill the fuck out,

this bitch is gonna be fine."

You've been saying that for three fuckin' months

and that pot-bellied motherfucker back there

is about 3 days from tossing me out on my ass.

Yeah, well, guess what?

If he throws you out, no big deal,

you can finally come stay with me.

You love it. You're gonna love it.

I mean, my fucking apartment is about the size of the canvas

you're working on right now.

Get out of my car.

Do you want to hit this?

I'm takin' this!

Thanks for the ride, babe.

I'll call you later.

You better call me later.

Yeah, yeah,

that's what you said about Maui, too, you son of a bitch!

Alright, look, I have a client here

so I'll just see you tomorrow night, alright?

Alright, bye-bye.

Sorry about that.

Look, have you talked to Nikki St. Jean lately?

Yeah, yeah, about that...

I need a two week extension.

That's what you told me three weeks ago.

I mean, c'mon, you know how it is.

But it's moving right along, you know,

it's coming out great.

Nikki is pushing me to drop your pieces.

Drop my pieces?

She hasn't even gotten the new one yet!

Well, she hasn't moved a piece of yours in three months

and that's when she was expecting the new one.

David, I'm going broke.

I can't live off of nothing.

And I can't live off of ten percent of nothing.

The piece is going to get finished.

Can I see your progress?

You know I can't do that.

Then how am I supposed to convince St. Jean?

You're my agent, that's your job!

Not anymore.

You fuckin' droppin' me?

Well, you're not giving me a choice.

Hey, What's up?

Fooled ya!

It's Hadrian, leave a message.

Nikki St. Jean! Dezzy Donahue!

You know, David and I aren't working together anymore,

so I don't know what the fuck he's been telling you

but the piece is gonna be ready,

despite what you may have heard.

Alright, call me back.

- Dez! - Hey.

- Shit, you're alive? - Yeah.

Yeah, I'm alive and fucking well.

You holding?

It's been three months since I hear from you

and this is the hello I get?

C'mon...

Hey, so are you holding or what?

Of course.

Alright, I'll be there in a minute.

Well, that was fucking quick.

So you famous yet or what?

Yeah, I should probably sign your dick.

Is that you, Dez?

'Sup, Pops?

You still making them pictures?

Yeah, I'm still painting,

you senile old fuck.

Pictures, paintings, same damn thing.

Forgive the old man.

He's about 6 months away from being sent

to the old folks home for good.

The second you try that I'm gonna put a bullet

in my head and take you with me.

Is this all you idiots do

all goddamn day, every day?

Hey, don't give me any shit.

I didn't even say anything.

Yeah, keep it that way, will ya?

All you do is "yap yap yap"

You keep running your mouth,

you're going to be running for your life.

Your threats are almost adorable, you know that?

Blah, blah, blah.

- Can we get that stuff? - Yeah.

I've got better things to do today

than listen to these assholes

talk about their disability checks.

I work!

Me, too!

Don't get ahead of yourselves.

You know, I've really picked up my game

since the last time I saw you.

I've got some bomb-ass options.

"Bomb-ass!"

Hey, it sells with the kids!

Alright.

Alright, so...

We've got Tennessee Black.

This stuff is a little bit hazy,

it's a little bit smokey,

it's light on the visuals.

Pass.

Black Dynamite.

This stuff is real strong,

but it's the perfect combo of supercharge

and visual accentuation.

The grooviest of nights will follow.

You rehearse this shit?

Yeah, I do.

Fuck yourself.

What's up with that?