Mike: Come on. Get up. [Axl groans] Okay, so you hit a bump. You're gonna be fine. You always find a way to make things work out for you. You said so yourself. And you're a social guy. You got your mom's thing of actually liking people.
Axl: No, but that's the problem. I'm too social. I needed to be more like you... a solid, strong, good provider. But I-I'll never be able to do that. I'm a freakin' mess. I'm done.
Mike: [scoffs] You're 22. You're not done. Trust me, life is gonna kick you around a lot, so you might not want to tear off all your clothes and flop around on the floor every time you hit a setback. Especially this floor.
Axl: Well, that's easy for you to say. You've always been, like, super responsible.
Mike: Well, I don't know about that. I... I remember one time when I was about your age, maybe a little older. [inhales sharply] I had an interview for this job at a, uh, roofing-supply company, and I really needed this job. I was totally broke, even more broke than we are.
Axl: Whoa.
Mike: Yeah. So I went in there, all prepared, and I nailed it. And I was so pumped when I came out that I got in my Chevette, and I cranked up the tunes, and I did a bunch of donuts in the parking lot. [inhales sharply] And then I look up to the window, and there's the two guys that had just interviewed me staring down at me and shaking their heads.
Axl: So you didn't get the job.
Mike: I don't know. I never heard back. But a few weeks later, I interviewed at the quarry, and this time, I made sure to pull out of that parking lot like an old grandpa. Point is, things kind of have a way of working out.
Axl: So, was the donut thing the only time you screwed up?
Mike: It's the only one you need to know about for now.