"hawaii?"

"trip? are you okay? you sound funny."

"i'm great because you're with me."

"what are you talking about trippy, i'm at home in my bed."

"no you're with me."

"trip, where are you, do you need help? where is your sister?"

"i'm tanning on a beach in hawaii, pure paradise."

"what have you done trip?"

"i had a head ache so i took pain killers."

"how many?"

"six. it hurt my head but the whiskey fixed it."

"trip! that could seriously hurt you."

"i'll be fine, i'm a big boy."

"no freaking shit, but if you were a big boy why did you call me?"

"because i love you."