Megan:
What was the worst day of your life?
Rich:
That's kind of a morbid question after great sex, isn't it?
Megan:
Well, its only morbid if someone died. And that wasn't great sex.
Rich:
Thanks.
Megan:
Don't worry, it was good, but great sex is when you love someone so much it's like you're addicted to the strongest drug in the world.
Rich:
You've had that kind of sex before?
Megan:
Maybe.
[she lights a cigarette]
Megan:
So who died?
Rich:
My dog.
[Megan laughs]
Rich:
What's so funny?
Megan:
That was the worst day of your life? Your dog died?
Rich:
Wes, my brother killed him.
Megan:
Why?
Rich:
It's a long story.
Megan:
I'm listening.
Rich:
I was eleven, and he was thirteen. He was angry at my dad. I don't think he meant to kill the dog, it's just that he kept kicking him and kicking him.
Megan:
What did your dad do to Wes?
Rich:
He beat the hell out of him.
Megan:
My mom died last year on my birthday. Her car veered off the road and exploded.
[scoffs]
Megan:
My father says she was drunk.
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