Yezu: I think you should go for it!
Michael: I told Raul that if he can get me a job at the California hospitals, making good money, then i'll go for sure.
Yezu: You need to seriously do it.
Michael: I will if I can get paid, not taking a shit job out there.
Yezu: I think you have to take Little Sister along with you and the Mrs. Just take off for that gold coast for 2-3 years...
Michael: That is actually pretty close to the exact plan... we said 2-3 years, well 3 max, then head back here and probably start a family around then. We'd be about 31.
Yezu: Fuckingshit! Just take that nose-dive into the future of your dreams!
Michael: Nej, not yet
Yezu: Well either way, I support you in all your dreams.
Michael: Thank you.
Yezu: All of them
Michael: I know...
Yezu: I mean it.
Michael: When there is stability, I will go.
Yezu: You dive, you dream... Sometimes I can't tell the difference. It all seems so crystal fucking clear to me, then vanishes into oblivion. But I need to go eat now before I puke.
Michael: Go now, and refuel your soul.
Yezu: Thanks, I think I will.
Michael: Eat the meal of your dreams... for this is the first meal of the rest of your life!
Yezu: Thanks Micheal. You truly are a beautiful dreamer.
Michael: I dare to dream Yezu... I dare to dream.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
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