He Could Forget All About Me
written by John Hughes

Andy: Do you guys know what I did to get in here? I taped Larry
Lester's buns together. Yeah, you know him? Well then, you know
how hairy he is, right? Well, when they pulled the tape off, most of
his hair came off and some skin too. And the bizarre thing is, is that
I did it for my old man. I tortured this poor kid because I wanted
him to think I was cool. He's always going off about, you know,
when he was in school, all the wild things he used to do, and I got
the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on
anyone, right? So, I'm sitting in the locker room and I'm taping up
my knee and Larry's undressing a couple lockers down from me
and he's kinda, kinda skinny, weak, and I started thinking about my
father and his attitude about weakness, and the next thing I knew I,
I jumped on top of him and started wailing on him. Then my friends,
they just laughed and cheered me on. And afterwards, when I was
sittin' in Vernon's office, all I could think about was Larry's father
and Larry having to go home and explain what happened to him.
And the humiliation, the fucking humiliation he must have felt. It must
have been unreal. I mean, how do you apologize for something like
that? There's no way. It's all because of me and my old man. God, I
fucking hate him. He's like, he's like this mindless machine I can't
even relate to anymore. "Andrew, you've got to be number one. I
won't tolerate any losers in this family. Your intensity is for shit."
You son of a bitch. You know, sometimes I wish my knee would
give and I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. He could forget all
about me.