I'm nothing special really, just a kid who tried too hard. (Transit, You Can't Miss It)

“What's wrong with you?” asked Gloria.

“Nothing.”

“That's a lie.”

“I'm a junky, that's what we do best.”

“Wait, did you just admit you're a junky?”

“That's the first step toward recovery.”

“Oh, looking to get out for a little action with the new boyfriend?”

“Gloria!”

“Old boyfriend, whatever, let's not get hooked up on the semantics. I don't know if I'd ditch that smokin' husband of yours for this guy though. Christian is–”

I left.