Rabbit Hole

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And then I see her across the bar, coming at me with this look, you know. And everybody kinda steps aside for her, like the Red Sea, or whatever - just clears a path for her, and I'm like, "What's with this nut job?

But you don't even know this woman

Never seen her before. I was just sitting there with Reema. Do you remember Reema?

No

She's a friend of mine. I was sitting there with Reema, and suddenly this lady is in my face. And she's all sweaty and yelling and really pissed.

Why?

I don't even know at this point. It has something to do with her boyfriend, who's apparently at the end of the bar.

Were you flirting or-?

No, I don't even know who she's talking about. So she's all up in my face, and her breath is like -

Boozy?

Yeah, boozy, but even worse, you know, like there's something rancid stuck to the roof of her mouth.

Ew

Rotting peanut butter or something.

Good lord, Izzy.

And she's harassing me, and blowing her stank-breath in my face. And cussing. My God, you wouldn't believe the words that came out of this lady's mouth.

And you don't even know who she's talking about.

She's talking about her boyfriend.

No, I know but-

Auggie

Oh. I thought you didn't know who she-

No, at the time I didn't know who she was talking about, because I didn't know he was there. But then I figured it out later, "Oh, she must be Auggie's girlfriend.

So you know him.

Yeah, I know him, but still. Lemme finish.

I'm sorry

So she's all, "You bitch, you. **** you, you bitch.

Izzy-

Sorry: "F-u, you b," and all that. Just talking like a maniac.

Uh huh

And people are looking at us, so I'm starting to feel self-conscious.

Of course.

And she's just going off, and I can;'t really do anything because the place is so crowded, you know? And she's a big lady. Real hefty. More chins than - what does Mom say?

More chins than a Chinese phone book.

Exactly. So I can't even get around her to escape or whatever. And I'm starting to feel violated, you know?

Sure

My personal space, and my dignity, or what have you, so I just made a fist, hauled off, and BOOM!

What does that mean?

It means I hit her.

No, you didn't

Crazy, right?

You hit her?

Yeah. Right in the face. BOOM. She went down.

Oh my God, Izzy. You hit that woman?

I couldn't get around her. And she was screaming like a retard.

Izzy-

What would you have done?

Well I certainly wouldn't have hit her. Jesus.

And you know what they don't tell ya? It really hurts. To punch someone. It frickin' hurts.

Well yeah

They don't put that on TV. It's all, "Now that oughta show him." But for me it was like, "Mother****er, that killed!" Look at my knuckles.
What?

Nothing

You don't approve?

I didn't say that.

This lady was at me.

I know. I didn't say anything.

But you wanna though.

I just worry about you.

Don't worry about me. She was the one on the floor.

That's not what I meant. You were in a bar fight.

So?

A bar fight, Izzy.

She was up in my face!

I know, but it's so...

What?

Jerry Springer

What's that supposed to mean? You think I'm trashy?

You punched a woman in the face!

She provoked me!

Were you drunk?

No

I thought you were getting it together.

don't judge me

You said you were gonna take it easy.

Man, Becca. Why do you have to - ?

You can't be doing this kinda stuff, Izzy. You're not a kid anymore.

I didn't realize there was a cut-off date.

Well there should be. For acting like a jackass there should be a cut-off date. Were you on anything?

Oh my God.

Were you?

No. Man, why did I say anything to you?

I don't know. Why did you?

Look, I went out. I got into a fight. I thought it was a funny story. I thought you'd be amused.

I'm not.

Clearly

I thought you were gonna go easy, that's all. That you were gonna do less of this.

Hey, I'm still coping too, Becca. I know it's not the same, but it's still hard. Okay?

Don't do that.

Do what?

Gimme a break.

What? I'm not allowed to be upset anymore?

No, you're not allowed to use him.

What are you - ?

As an excuse.

I'm not

You're not allowed to use him to justify your own shit. Just don't do that. Please.

That's not what I was doing.

Okay. She gonna press charges, ya think?

No, Auggie would kill her. She's over it anyway. She moved out. Went to her cousin's or something.

What are you talking about?

She moved. Out of Auggie's place. They're not together anymore.

I'm sorry...Do you know these people?

Auggie I do. The girlfriend I only heard about.

What'd you do, Izzy?

Whadaya mean?

To that woman. What'd you do to her?

I told you, I hit her.

Before that.

Nothing. That was the first time I met her.

People don't scream in your face for no reason.

Sure they do. You should get out more.

Were you sleeping with him? This Auggie guy, whatever his name is? You were sleeping with him, right?

Where ya goin' with this?

Well Jesus, Iz, you tell this story like you're an innocent bystander. You say you don't know who this woman was -

I didn't!

You were having sex with her boyfriend!

That is so beside the point!

It is?

It was over between them for a long time. They were just living together because of the rent situation. She didn't care what he did.

Then why did she accost you in a crowded bar?

Because she's a lunatic!
And Auggie told her I was pregnant.

Why would he...?
O my god, Izzy.

I know, right?

You are not.
Oh my god.

He's a really good guy, Bec. You're gonna like him. He's a musician.

That's terrific.

No, not like you think. He gets work. He's a working musician.

Is that why you're here? To tell me you're pregnant?

Pretty much.

Izzy...

Look, I'm sure this is really hard for you, for a bunch of reasons. But can I just say...? I don't need any advice right now. Or any lectures or whatever it is you're composing inside your head at the moment. I just need you to pretend to be happy for me.

Well, of course I'm happy for you. I was just taken aback. If you think a baby is gonna...fulfill you, or give you clarity or whatever, then, obviously it's a wonderful thing. I am happy for you. I don't need to pretend. Jesus, Izzy, gimme some credit.

Thank you.