Tags: six feet under

Nate Sr.: You hang on to your pain like it means some­thing. Like it’s worth some­thing. Well, let me tell you — it’s not worth shit. Let it go! Infi­nite pos­si­bil­i­ties, and all he can do is whine.
David: Well, what am I sup­posed to do?
Nate Sr.: What do you think? You can do *any­thing* you lucky bas­tard — you’re alive! What’s a lit­tle pain com­pared to that?
David: It can’t be that sim­ple.
Nate Sr.: What if it is?