Travis:
Do you even think about me?
Travis:
I went on a drive today. I saw the stars. They made methink of you.
Travis:
Why are you ignoring me?
Travis:
I thought you loved me.
Travis:
You moved on quickly, didn’t you?
Travis:
So you are with Crew?
Travis:
I knew you were fucking him all along.
Travis:
I hear he has money. Is that why you spread your legs for him?
Travis:
I bet nobody bought your art.
Travis:
Do you know how long it takes me to create paradise with my hands? I’m a god with my art.
Travis:
You point and shoot and sometimes get it right. I could do what you do with a cellphone.
Travis:
I’m sorry. I know you hate my drinking. I’ll do better for you.
Travis:
You whore. Answer me.
Travis:
Answer me.
Travis:
Answer me.