The Vital Lies by which life lives

Dan: You were back there, judging me. You think that I left that relationship because I am some sort of selfish, depressed prick— which I am, by the way.

Gretta: I don’t think you’re some selfish, depressed prick. I just think that you let your troubles get in the way of your entire life.

Dan: Oh babe, babe. You’re really showing your age, right now. You have no idea about what happens between two people after eighteen years of marriage, alright? And because you’re willing to hang around for some asshole after he totally betrayed you, well that’s your business. 

Gretta: Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right! I put a lot of time and effort into that relationship. I know I’m not just walking away because of a bump in the road!

Dan: Bump in the road? I left that relationship because I was having a fucking nervous breakdown and she was out there fucking some other guy, planning how she was gonna start a whole new life with him, while I was here taking care of my kid! You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about! You know nothing!


After I killed him, I dropped the gun in the Thames, washed the residue off me hands in the bathroom of a Burger King, and walked home to await instructions. Shortly thereafter the instructions came through - “Get the fuck out of London, you dumb fucks. Get to Bruges.” I didn’t even know where Bruges fucking was…It’s in Belgium.