Hawk: Nice toss, bud. How you feeling?
Jackson: Did your friend tell you?
Hawk: Yeah. Don’t do that again. I hear you’re a poet.
Jackson: He tell you that, too?
Hawk: He did. Question is why you didn’t.
Jackson: You’d think it’s stupid, and it probably is.
Hawk: It isn’t. I’d like to read some of your writing. If you’d let me. Jackson. Do you know that I love you? I do. I love you beyond measure. I’m not gonna tell your mom about the acid or the other stuff. Just… Do better, okay? Okay?