Young Sheldon (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - A High-Pitched Buzz and Training Wheels - full transcript
Sheldon dismantles the refrigerator to stop an annoying hum, then gets a paper route to pay for the repairs.
Some people
have said I'm overly sensitive.
What now?
Missy gave me cinnamon gum!
Sure, sure.
And by some people,
I mean everyone.
While I may not be
X-Men material...
...I have always possessed
unusually heightened senses.
Ew.
Georgie,
put your shoes back on!
He can't smell this.
Yes, I can!
I also had
extraordinary hearing.
During dinner, I could tune out
the cacophony of chewing,
slurping,
chewing, cutlery scraping
against plates,
chewing,
and my father's heavy breathing
as he wrestled
with a ketchup bottle.
But tonight, there was
one sound I couldn't tune out.
Why aren't you
eating, Sheldon?
How can I with that
horrible noise?
What noise?
That irritating,
high-pitched buzz.
I don't hear nothin'.
Me, neither.
How can you not?
Wait.
I think I hear it.
- You do?
- Yeah.
It's coming out of your face.
I guess I hear a little hum.
Refrigerators make
noise, Sheldon.
This is new. It's never
made this sound before.
We should call a repairman.
I'm not spending money
on a fridge that's workin'.
Then think of it as spending
money on my mental stability.
Ignore it, Sheldon.
Ignoring things that irritate
me isn't my strong suit.
Obsessively fixating on them...
now that's what gets me
out of bed in the morning.
♪♪ Nobody else
is stronger than I am ♪♪
♪♪ Yesterday I moved a mountain ♪♪
♪♪ I bet I could be your hero ♪♪
♪♪ I am a mighty little man ♪♪
♪♪ I am a mighty little man. ♪♪
What are you doing?
The sound from the refrigerator.
It's right between D
and D-sharp.
Ugh! It's making my skin crawl.
What if I hold a pillow
over your face
for, like, a really long time?
No, that's dangerous.
Do you know if we have earplugs?
If we did,
I'd be wearing them.
Go to sleep.
I can't.
Put your fingers in your ears.
And risk driving wax back
into my inner ear canal?
No, thank you.
Oh.
Good morning.
Are you trying to kill me?
No, I think
you're great.
Then why are you
in my bed?
I couldn't sleep.
Our refrigerator is
making a weird noise.
But so was one
of your nostrils,
so don't expect
me back tonight.
Go home before
I call the police.
You wouldn't call the
police on your Moonpie.
Then I'll call your mother.
That you would do.
And leave my extra key behind.
Aw.
Aw.
Do you know anything about
surviving psychological torture?
Because my family
escaped communist Vietnam,
we have to know about torture?
That was my thought.
Well, you're in luck.
What do you want to know?
I'm being tormented by a sound
coming from our refrigerator,
and I don't know how
to deal with it.
When my uncle was
in a reeducation camp,
he would imagine
disemboweling his torturers
with a bamboo spike.
Maybe I'll just get a book
on refrigerator repair instead.
Okay.
New subject.
Jessica Gieger
wears a black bra.
I saw it through the
sleeve of her shirt.
Not beige, not pink.
Black.
So mysterious.
What are you doing?
I'm going to take apart
the refrigerator
and figure out what's
making that noise.
That is a really good idea.
Usually you're not
supportive of my efforts.
I'm more mature now.
- Hi, Mom.
- What did you do?
Good news. I found out
what part was making that noise.
You have to put
this back together!
Now we're getting
to the bad news.
What made you think
you could fix this?
I'm smart...
and I had a book.
Do you still think
you're smart?
Yes.
I told him not to do it.
He wouldn't listen.
$200?!
It'll be okay.
We'll find the money.
Wait.
The old fridge in the garage.
- What's it...? What was...?
- What's that?
Well, I kind of donated
that fridge to the church.
You know, for the needy.
Are you kidding me?
I see tense moments like this
more than you think.
I'll just give you guys
some space.
You know how much it's gonna
cost to fix that fridge?
$200. I have
really good hearing.
Do you have any idea how hard
I work for the money we get?
I'm sorry.
I don't care how long it takes.
You're gonna pay me back
every cent of this.
Yes, sir.
I am very disappointed in you.
You know if you cry,
I can't enjoy your pain.
Mom,
since Sheldon cost you
all that money,
who's your new favorite...
me or Georgie?
You know I don't
have favorites.
Yeah, right.
Okay, whoever takes the trash
out first is my favorite.
She thinks we're stupid.
Dad, I'm pleased
to tell you
I've got a job to
pay back my debt.
Is that so?
I'm going to be a paperboy.
Well, that's great.
I'm proud of you.
How do you plan
on delivering these papers?
- Bicycle.
- You don't know how to ride a bicycle.
There's nothing I can't learn.
A week ago, I didn't know how
to take apart a refrigerator.
He can't deliver newspapers.
- Why not?
- It's too dangerous.
I think you're being
a little overprotective.
You expect him
to go riding around at 5:00 a.m.
with cars and dogs
and who knows what else?
I did it when I was his age.
So did Georgie.
You're gonna teach your brother
how to do this.
What if I don't want to?
You're doing it anyway.
Hey, nobody asked
your opinion.
I knew the answer.
I got excited.
Georgie?
Georgie?
What?
I'm ready to scrub the moral
stain off my character.
I hate everything about you.
When does the truck
bring the papers?
When it does.
That's a tautology.
- What?
- A tautology.
A statement that's true,
but uninformative.
Hey, you're supposed
to be the one teaching me.
That's funny.
Oh, there it is.
Over here! Over here!
This is exciting.
It's somethin'.
Thank you!
Have a great day!
Now what?
Take 'em into the
garage and fold 'em.
Oh, boy.
Fold 'em like this,
then rubber band.
But you didn't fold it
into even thirds.
- Nobody cares.
- I care.
Then do whatever you want.
Wake me up when you're done.
Over the next 17 minutes,
I used physics, geometry
and old-fashioned hard work
to create the perfect
newspaper-folding system.
I'm done.
Great. Let's
load up the wagon.
No, I'm done with this one;
I still have 39 more to go.
He's gonna be fine.
You don't have to tell me that.
I know he's gonna be fine.
If you believe that,
why aren't you in bed right now?
Because this is the same boy
who couldn't find his way out
of that sleeping bag.
He made his way out.
Just took him five
or ten minutes.
I know you're
worried, but...
he needs to experience
the world a little bit.
Why not let him do it
when most of it's asleep?
I suppose you're right.
You coming back to bed?
Are you crazy?
That's my little boy
out there in the dark.
Mm, but your big boy's
right here under the covers.
Ugh.
There is a nicer way
to say that.
All right, you got
your list of addresses?
- Right here.
- 'Kay. All you got to do
is go up to each house
and throw the newspaper
at their front door.
Got it.
All right,
I'm going back to bed.
Thank you, Georgie.
You've been a wonderful teacher,
and I'm very appreciative
that you took the ti...
Ah! My hands are black!
- Why are my hands black?
- Relax.
It's just the ink
from the papers.
Why wasn't I warned of this?!
Out, damned spot.
That's from Shakespeare!
♪♪Oh ♪♪
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
♪♪Take it easy ♪♪
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
♪♪Take it easy ♪♪
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
♪♪Take it easy ♪♪
Aw.
Hey, Sheldon.
Hello, Billy.
Are you our new paperboy?
Yes, I'm joining
the work-a-day world.
I work, too!
I take care of our chickens.
Don't get the wrong idea.
When I grow up, I plan on being
a theoretical physicist.
Cool.
I'm sticking with chickens.
All righty, then.
Have a nice day.
You, too.
Oh, cool, it's Monday.
♪♪Hold me ♪♪
♪♪Roll me ♪♪
♪♪Slow ridin' woman ♪♪
♪♪You're so fine ♪♪
How's he doing?
Been out here 20 minutes.
This is his second house.
He throws like you.
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
To say this first day
was challenging
would be an understatement.
To say the rest of the week
got better from there would be
the kind of lie
that sets pants on fire.
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
♪♪Take it easy ♪♪
♪♪Slow down ♪♪
♪♪Got to get your lovin' ♪♪
♪♪Hold me ♪♪
♪♪ Roll me ♪♪
♪♪Slow ridin' woman ♪♪
- ♪♪You're so fine ♪♪
- Ah!
Oh, no! Oh, my! Oh!
Oh, no! Oh, dear!
Oh, dear! Oh, dear!
Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Ah! Ah!
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
- Oh, dear.
- ♪♪ Easy ♪♪
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear!
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.
- ♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
- Fun fact,
the larger Sunday paper
required a second bundle.
- Oh, dear.
- ♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
After a week
of tangling with animals,
Mother Nature,
and a delivery man
with a good arm
and a bad attitude,
it was time to reap
the benefits of my hard work.
Collecting!
Collecting!
- Hey, Sheldon.
- Hello, Mrs. Sparks.
I'm here to collect
for this week's paper delivery.
Right. Hang on.
Also, I'm given to understand
that tipping is customary,
so feel free
to express your appreciation.
Here you go.
You tipped me a dime?
Is there a problem?
No, it just doesn't seem
like very much.
You were late every day.
Well, I had to brave
the elements.
I saw you.
"Brave" isn't the word
that I would use.
Hey, Sheldon.
You look sad.
I am.
Want an egg?
Sheldon?
What?
You suck.
I'm sorry,
but I have a job to do.
How much longer
till you pay Dad back?
At this rate, six months.
You suck.
Make sure your parents
sign these.
I'll need 'em back by Friday.
Mr. Cooper,
you're late.
I know I'm late.
My training wheels broke.
Training wheels?
Yes, Derek!
I have training wheels
like a child!
I also have a job
like an adult.
I'm a very complicated person!
Sure. Let's go with complicated.
Okay. Permission slips.
What's in the mug?
It's a coffee mug, Tam.
What do you think is in it?
Could be soup.
It's coffee.
Where'd you get it?
The teachers' lounge.
And before you ask,
no, I'm not the world's
greatest grandpa.
Since when do you drink coffee?
I don't,
but this job is killing me.
You wouldn't understand.
You realize I have a job.
At your parents'
convenience store?
That doesn't count.
Why not?
You get to sit
at a cash register
and have the fun of doing math.
Actually,
the cash register tells you
how much change to give.
Oh. That's too bad.
Oh, I hear they're opening
an Olive Garden
- where the old Sizzler used to be.
- On Hampton Road?
- Yeah.
- I don't think that was a Sizzler.
That was a Chi-Chi's.
No, the Chi-Chi's is on Bedford,
across from
the Payless Shoes.
She's right. Because,
one time, we got shoes
and then we got Chi-Chi's.
That was a good day.
Huh. I guess
that was a Sizzler.
I'm sorry they closed that.
Oh, there's still the
other one on Route 40.
Who cares?!
You have a problem?
Yes, I do.
I've had a long day.
Is it too much to ask
for a dinner
with a little peace and quiet?
Sheldon, you
do not talk
to your father like that.
Fine. I'd rather not speak
to any of you.
Maybe I better go talk to him.
- No, I got this.
- George,
maybe you should
calm down first.
I got this.
You want to
explain yourself?
I'd rather just go to bed,
since I have to be up
in a few hours anyway.
Look, I understand you're tired,
but that is no reason for you...
I'm not just tired.
I'm exhausted.
Everything hurts.
I get up in the morning
to do this job
I don't even like.
And I'm doing it
just for the money,
and it's not even
a lot of money.
I keep trying harder
and harder,
and it doesn't
even make a difference.
So if you're going
to yell at me or punish me,
let's just get it over with.
I'm not gonna punish you.
Why not? I deserve it.
Let me tell you about my day.
I got yelled at
by the principal
for benching a linebacker
who's flunking English.
Then I got yelled at even more
by the kid's parents.
Then I had to break up
a fight in the locker room.
Got elbowed in the neck.
That's a rough day.
That was all
before 10:00 a.m.
So I get what you're
going through.
But you'll notice, I didn't come
home and take it out on you.
No, you didn't.
I want you to get
back in there,
apologize to everyone,
and finish your dinner.
Yes, sir.
My father's
wisdom touched me deeply.
Which is why, to this day,
no matter
what I'm going through,
I am never irritating
or abusive
to any of my friends
or loved ones.
Ask them. They'll tell you.
For the next several months,
I continued working
my paper route
until I paid my father back.
And by "working,"
I mean "delegating."
I have no idea where I am.
have said I'm overly sensitive.
What now?
Missy gave me cinnamon gum!
Sure, sure.
And by some people,
I mean everyone.
While I may not be
X-Men material...
...I have always possessed
unusually heightened senses.
Ew.
Georgie,
put your shoes back on!
He can't smell this.
Yes, I can!
I also had
extraordinary hearing.
During dinner, I could tune out
the cacophony of chewing,
slurping,
chewing, cutlery scraping
against plates,
chewing,
and my father's heavy breathing
as he wrestled
with a ketchup bottle.
But tonight, there was
one sound I couldn't tune out.
Why aren't you
eating, Sheldon?
How can I with that
horrible noise?
What noise?
That irritating,
high-pitched buzz.
I don't hear nothin'.
Me, neither.
How can you not?
Wait.
I think I hear it.
- You do?
- Yeah.
It's coming out of your face.
I guess I hear a little hum.
Refrigerators make
noise, Sheldon.
This is new. It's never
made this sound before.
We should call a repairman.
I'm not spending money
on a fridge that's workin'.
Then think of it as spending
money on my mental stability.
Ignore it, Sheldon.
Ignoring things that irritate
me isn't my strong suit.
Obsessively fixating on them...
now that's what gets me
out of bed in the morning.
♪♪ Nobody else
is stronger than I am ♪♪
♪♪ Yesterday I moved a mountain ♪♪
♪♪ I bet I could be your hero ♪♪
♪♪ I am a mighty little man ♪♪
♪♪ I am a mighty little man. ♪♪
What are you doing?
The sound from the refrigerator.
It's right between D
and D-sharp.
Ugh! It's making my skin crawl.
What if I hold a pillow
over your face
for, like, a really long time?
No, that's dangerous.
Do you know if we have earplugs?
If we did,
I'd be wearing them.
Go to sleep.
I can't.
Put your fingers in your ears.
And risk driving wax back
into my inner ear canal?
No, thank you.
Oh.
Good morning.
Are you trying to kill me?
No, I think
you're great.
Then why are you
in my bed?
I couldn't sleep.
Our refrigerator is
making a weird noise.
But so was one
of your nostrils,
so don't expect
me back tonight.
Go home before
I call the police.
You wouldn't call the
police on your Moonpie.
Then I'll call your mother.
That you would do.
And leave my extra key behind.
Aw.
Aw.
Do you know anything about
surviving psychological torture?
Because my family
escaped communist Vietnam,
we have to know about torture?
That was my thought.
Well, you're in luck.
What do you want to know?
I'm being tormented by a sound
coming from our refrigerator,
and I don't know how
to deal with it.
When my uncle was
in a reeducation camp,
he would imagine
disemboweling his torturers
with a bamboo spike.
Maybe I'll just get a book
on refrigerator repair instead.
Okay.
New subject.
Jessica Gieger
wears a black bra.
I saw it through the
sleeve of her shirt.
Not beige, not pink.
Black.
So mysterious.
What are you doing?
I'm going to take apart
the refrigerator
and figure out what's
making that noise.
That is a really good idea.
Usually you're not
supportive of my efforts.
I'm more mature now.
- Hi, Mom.
- What did you do?
Good news. I found out
what part was making that noise.
You have to put
this back together!
Now we're getting
to the bad news.
What made you think
you could fix this?
I'm smart...
and I had a book.
Do you still think
you're smart?
Yes.
I told him not to do it.
He wouldn't listen.
$200?!
It'll be okay.
We'll find the money.
Wait.
The old fridge in the garage.
- What's it...? What was...?
- What's that?
Well, I kind of donated
that fridge to the church.
You know, for the needy.
Are you kidding me?
I see tense moments like this
more than you think.
I'll just give you guys
some space.
You know how much it's gonna
cost to fix that fridge?
$200. I have
really good hearing.
Do you have any idea how hard
I work for the money we get?
I'm sorry.
I don't care how long it takes.
You're gonna pay me back
every cent of this.
Yes, sir.
I am very disappointed in you.
You know if you cry,
I can't enjoy your pain.
Mom,
since Sheldon cost you
all that money,
who's your new favorite...
me or Georgie?
You know I don't
have favorites.
Yeah, right.
Okay, whoever takes the trash
out first is my favorite.
She thinks we're stupid.
Dad, I'm pleased
to tell you
I've got a job to
pay back my debt.
Is that so?
I'm going to be a paperboy.
Well, that's great.
I'm proud of you.
How do you plan
on delivering these papers?
- Bicycle.
- You don't know how to ride a bicycle.
There's nothing I can't learn.
A week ago, I didn't know how
to take apart a refrigerator.
He can't deliver newspapers.
- Why not?
- It's too dangerous.
I think you're being
a little overprotective.
You expect him
to go riding around at 5:00 a.m.
with cars and dogs
and who knows what else?
I did it when I was his age.
So did Georgie.
You're gonna teach your brother
how to do this.
What if I don't want to?
You're doing it anyway.
Hey, nobody asked
your opinion.
I knew the answer.
I got excited.
Georgie?
Georgie?
What?
I'm ready to scrub the moral
stain off my character.
I hate everything about you.
When does the truck
bring the papers?
When it does.
That's a tautology.
- What?
- A tautology.
A statement that's true,
but uninformative.
Hey, you're supposed
to be the one teaching me.
That's funny.
Oh, there it is.
Over here! Over here!
This is exciting.
It's somethin'.
Thank you!
Have a great day!
Now what?
Take 'em into the
garage and fold 'em.
Oh, boy.
Fold 'em like this,
then rubber band.
But you didn't fold it
into even thirds.
- Nobody cares.
- I care.
Then do whatever you want.
Wake me up when you're done.
Over the next 17 minutes,
I used physics, geometry
and old-fashioned hard work
to create the perfect
newspaper-folding system.
I'm done.
Great. Let's
load up the wagon.
No, I'm done with this one;
I still have 39 more to go.
He's gonna be fine.
You don't have to tell me that.
I know he's gonna be fine.
If you believe that,
why aren't you in bed right now?
Because this is the same boy
who couldn't find his way out
of that sleeping bag.
He made his way out.
Just took him five
or ten minutes.
I know you're
worried, but...
he needs to experience
the world a little bit.
Why not let him do it
when most of it's asleep?
I suppose you're right.
You coming back to bed?
Are you crazy?
That's my little boy
out there in the dark.
Mm, but your big boy's
right here under the covers.
Ugh.
There is a nicer way
to say that.
All right, you got
your list of addresses?
- Right here.
- 'Kay. All you got to do
is go up to each house
and throw the newspaper
at their front door.
Got it.
All right,
I'm going back to bed.
Thank you, Georgie.
You've been a wonderful teacher,
and I'm very appreciative
that you took the ti...
Ah! My hands are black!
- Why are my hands black?
- Relax.
It's just the ink
from the papers.
Why wasn't I warned of this?!
Out, damned spot.
That's from Shakespeare!
♪♪Oh ♪♪
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
♪♪Take it easy ♪♪
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
♪♪Take it easy ♪♪
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
♪♪Take it easy ♪♪
Aw.
Hey, Sheldon.
Hello, Billy.
Are you our new paperboy?
Yes, I'm joining
the work-a-day world.
I work, too!
I take care of our chickens.
Don't get the wrong idea.
When I grow up, I plan on being
a theoretical physicist.
Cool.
I'm sticking with chickens.
All righty, then.
Have a nice day.
You, too.
Oh, cool, it's Monday.
♪♪Hold me ♪♪
♪♪Roll me ♪♪
♪♪Slow ridin' woman ♪♪
♪♪You're so fine ♪♪
How's he doing?
Been out here 20 minutes.
This is his second house.
He throws like you.
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
To say this first day
was challenging
would be an understatement.
To say the rest of the week
got better from there would be
the kind of lie
that sets pants on fire.
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
♪♪Take it easy ♪♪
♪♪Slow down ♪♪
♪♪Got to get your lovin' ♪♪
♪♪Hold me ♪♪
♪♪ Roll me ♪♪
♪♪Slow ridin' woman ♪♪
- ♪♪You're so fine ♪♪
- Ah!
Oh, no! Oh, my! Oh!
Oh, no! Oh, dear!
Oh, dear! Oh, dear!
Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Ah! Ah!
♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
- Oh, dear.
- ♪♪ Easy ♪♪
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear!
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
Oh, dear, oh, dear.
Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.
- ♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
- Fun fact,
the larger Sunday paper
required a second bundle.
- Oh, dear.
- ♪♪Slow ride ♪♪
After a week
of tangling with animals,
Mother Nature,
and a delivery man
with a good arm
and a bad attitude,
it was time to reap
the benefits of my hard work.
Collecting!
Collecting!
- Hey, Sheldon.
- Hello, Mrs. Sparks.
I'm here to collect
for this week's paper delivery.
Right. Hang on.
Also, I'm given to understand
that tipping is customary,
so feel free
to express your appreciation.
Here you go.
You tipped me a dime?
Is there a problem?
No, it just doesn't seem
like very much.
You were late every day.
Well, I had to brave
the elements.
I saw you.
"Brave" isn't the word
that I would use.
Hey, Sheldon.
You look sad.
I am.
Want an egg?
Sheldon?
What?
You suck.
I'm sorry,
but I have a job to do.
How much longer
till you pay Dad back?
At this rate, six months.
You suck.
Make sure your parents
sign these.
I'll need 'em back by Friday.
Mr. Cooper,
you're late.
I know I'm late.
My training wheels broke.
Training wheels?
Yes, Derek!
I have training wheels
like a child!
I also have a job
like an adult.
I'm a very complicated person!
Sure. Let's go with complicated.
Okay. Permission slips.
What's in the mug?
It's a coffee mug, Tam.
What do you think is in it?
Could be soup.
It's coffee.
Where'd you get it?
The teachers' lounge.
And before you ask,
no, I'm not the world's
greatest grandpa.
Since when do you drink coffee?
I don't,
but this job is killing me.
You wouldn't understand.
You realize I have a job.
At your parents'
convenience store?
That doesn't count.
Why not?
You get to sit
at a cash register
and have the fun of doing math.
Actually,
the cash register tells you
how much change to give.
Oh. That's too bad.
Oh, I hear they're opening
an Olive Garden
- where the old Sizzler used to be.
- On Hampton Road?
- Yeah.
- I don't think that was a Sizzler.
That was a Chi-Chi's.
No, the Chi-Chi's is on Bedford,
across from
the Payless Shoes.
She's right. Because,
one time, we got shoes
and then we got Chi-Chi's.
That was a good day.
Huh. I guess
that was a Sizzler.
I'm sorry they closed that.
Oh, there's still the
other one on Route 40.
Who cares?!
You have a problem?
Yes, I do.
I've had a long day.
Is it too much to ask
for a dinner
with a little peace and quiet?
Sheldon, you
do not talk
to your father like that.
Fine. I'd rather not speak
to any of you.
Maybe I better go talk to him.
- No, I got this.
- George,
maybe you should
calm down first.
I got this.
You want to
explain yourself?
I'd rather just go to bed,
since I have to be up
in a few hours anyway.
Look, I understand you're tired,
but that is no reason for you...
I'm not just tired.
I'm exhausted.
Everything hurts.
I get up in the morning
to do this job
I don't even like.
And I'm doing it
just for the money,
and it's not even
a lot of money.
I keep trying harder
and harder,
and it doesn't
even make a difference.
So if you're going
to yell at me or punish me,
let's just get it over with.
I'm not gonna punish you.
Why not? I deserve it.
Let me tell you about my day.
I got yelled at
by the principal
for benching a linebacker
who's flunking English.
Then I got yelled at even more
by the kid's parents.
Then I had to break up
a fight in the locker room.
Got elbowed in the neck.
That's a rough day.
That was all
before 10:00 a.m.
So I get what you're
going through.
But you'll notice, I didn't come
home and take it out on you.
No, you didn't.
I want you to get
back in there,
apologize to everyone,
and finish your dinner.
Yes, sir.
My father's
wisdom touched me deeply.
Which is why, to this day,
no matter
what I'm going through,
I am never irritating
or abusive
to any of my friends
or loved ones.
Ask them. They'll tell you.
For the next several months,
I continued working
my paper route
until I paid my father back.
And by "working,"
I mean "delegating."
I have no idea where I am.