Flaked

Venice, California resident and recovering alcoholic Chip styles himself a self-help guru but struggles to keep track of his own lies and half-truths.

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Man, why don't we just catch her at shift change?

#2

You mean you bolted?

#3

Sorry about that. They're very friendly.

#4

She played rhythm trombone for an indie rock band.

#5

Definitely less than eight.

#6

It's not good for her sobriety to be in a relationship.

#7

We need to have a landlord/tenant type conversation.

#8

Kara...

#9 #10

- That is too bad. - "Too bad"? It fucking sucks.

#11 #12 #13

So, how's Kara doing? I hear you guys are almost serious now.

#14 #15 #16 #17

Guess he had to let it... percolate.

#18

Did you speak to her?

#19 #20 #21

What the fuck you gotta do?

#22

He was weird with me this morning, but that's not... I'm fine with it. No.

#23

Chip, Chip, Chip! Cooler! Come inside.

#24

Yeah. Yeah, for sure, but it would be amicable.

#25 #26 #27 #28 #29 #30

But we can hang later if you want.

#31

No. Just push the button on the side of the door here

#32

We'll catch her coming or going. You taught me that.

#33

Did I?

#34

I supply the wine at the restaurant.

#35 #36 #37

and she was there, and then I...

#38

in which case I want to know the statute of limitations.

#39

I introduced you.

#40 #41 #42

- I don't really have time for this, man. - Come on in, man. Spill the beans.

#43

What makes your transgression better than theirs?

#44 #45 #46

I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to freak you two out.

#47

Let me know if you need anything.

#48 #49 #50