And I Sit on the Curb Cause it's the Prettiest Night
Mickey sat on the back porch; Lip next to him. They were passing a bottle of cheap vodka between them. Lip looks at Mickey "Can you drink this much... you know because-" "I when to rehab for drugs, not alcohol. I can fucking drink." Mickey said taking a big swig from the bottle. "Fare." Lip said shrugging his shoulders. "We should do something." Mickey said "I'm sick of- of- everything. I just wanna go back to doing normal shit.". "Nothing we do is 'normal', Mick." Lip said. "It's normal for us, Fuckhead." Mickey said. "What would we do?" Lip asked "Go to the park like we use to?". "Why not?" Mickey asked getting up from the porch step where he had sat. Lip gets up to and they start walking together towards the park.
Mickey stops in his tracks. "Mick come on." Lip said. "Wait, wait." Mickey said turning to walk down a side street. Lip sighs and follows after Mickey. "Mickey where are we going? I thought we were going to the park." Lip asked. "I wanna see something, man." Mickey said continuing to walk on. "Where are we going?" Lip asked again. "Iggy told me that they dumped Terry's ashes in a gutter over here and I wanna go see it." Mickey said. "Why? It ain't like his ashes are still there." Lip said. "I just wanna go see it, man." Mickey said "You don't have to come. I'll meet you at the park or home.". Lip considered it but he decided to go with Mickey.
"Here this one." Mickey said stopping in front of a sewer great at the end of the road. "How do you know it's this one?" Lip asked. "This was Terry's corner, he sold here before he started making his kids do it for him." Mickey explained. "So what do we do now? You saw the gutter Terry's ashes went down, do we just go to the park now?" Lip asked. Mickey doesn't answer, he walks over to sit on the curb instead. Lip follows. "Sooo" Lip starts "Wanna say a few words for your dear old dad?". Mickey shoves him "Fuck off." he said snatching the bottle of vodka from Lip's hand.
Mickey and Lip sat in silence on the curb. Lip looks over when he hears a sniff coming from Mickey's direction. "Mick- Are you crying?" Lip asked. "Fuck!" Mickey shouts whipping his eyes "Why the fuck do I keep crying?" Mickey asked himself. "You've been through the ringer, Mick. I think you deserve to cry at this point." Lip said. "I'm such a fucking pussy, man." Mickey said. "You're not a pussy, dude!" Lip said. Mickey glares at Lip. "You're not Mickey. I'm serious." Lip said clasping his hands on Mickey's shoulders. "You're not a pussy, Mick. You're like the strongest dude I know." Lip explains "And even the strongest people break down sometimes. And that's okay! I mean when Fiona cries because she stressed do you think shes a pussy?". "No but-" "No 'but's Mickey. You've been through hell and fucking back. So, cry. Let everything out! You deserve it and honestly you fucking need to." Lip said. Mickey lets out a sob. Lip pulled him into a hug. Mickey clutched on for dear life.
Mickey cried, Lip teared a little to. After Mickey's cries slowed and they pulled back from their hug Lip asked "Do you wanna go back to the house a watch 'Scream'? Maybe 'SAW 5' to if we don't feel too tired after?" Mickey looked up at him "Like old times." Lip said. Mickey nodded his head, smiling slightly.