I've never understood the obsession with this half-retarded deformed mongoloid -- now, after watching this, a new day has broken -- the fog has cleared -- the light of a thousand good suns has pierced my ignorant visage -- the Epiphany is startling.
The overt passive aggressiveness on the part of Pruane...the detached sort of resignation regarding everything on the part of John...this is a recipe for wonderfulness.
"What the hell!? I got avian flu from that fucking crow me and John found. This friggin' sucks 'cause now I have to take this damn pills and I can't go to school."
Oh man. The half-drunk jug of wine. The slide bolt on the outside of the shed. "I mean DAD! I have to start saying DAD now. It's gay." The sink filled with empties. This tells a story.