Thursday Lyrics

(Street sounds; door opens; sounds of television, baby crying and Mother
in the kitchen)
MOTHER: Eh, back so soon? You know, don't you have a decent pair of pants
you can put on? You look like a...a PIG walking in the street! Your hands,
your face-filthy! You disgust me! I can't believe you live in this house!
You repulse me. I want to throw up! (Phone rings) Goddamn kids!
(Door opens and closes)
MOTHER: Right! Slam the door again on me! You know, you're just like your
father! (Voice becomes muffled; sound of answering machine tape rewinding)
BOSS: Yeah, I'm callin' 'em now...Hello? Hello? Pick up the phone! Where
the f*ck are you? What's the matter, you just decided not to come to work
today? What the f*ck is wrong with you? Ya f*ckin' lowlife! Hey, you know what? Don't even bother coming in anymore. I've had enough with you and
your shit. That's it, you're fired. You understand me? Fired. Don't come
back here, f*ck you, and goodbye. (Silence on machine; sound of cigarette
lighter; beep)
MRS. GLICKER: Hello, this is Mrs. Glicker. I'm calling to reach you about,
to let you know, that, uh, you, you're not graduating this year because
you are failing two subjects and I need to see you as soon as possible. Be
in my office on Monday at 8:30 a.m., promptly, and we'll discuss this
matter further. Thank you. Bye. (Phone hangs up; silence; beep; shuts off
machine)
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