i'm coolio. no one who says "coolio" is cool. that's why coolio's named coolio. oh, fine. i'm not coolio. yeah, i'll finally get my life together and get my own apartment, then trav just slides right in and becomes me. (sighs) mama-san. must be time for my daily scolding. look at you. you've turned into some kind of ne'er-do-well. what's that? i don't know. something that ellie called him. oh. it's an irresponsible, idle person. well, then you're king ne'er-do-well. nailed it. thanks. so i called your college and said you left school because your grandmother has syphilis. it's okay. there's a little truth to that. whoa. nana cobb? we're moving her to a less "swingy" retirement home, but let's stay on you. travis, i know that you asked a girl to marry you, and she said no, and that just really sucks, but you can't run away from your life. this isn't about kirsten anymore. i don't know what i wanna do, but i know i'm not gonna find it trapped in a classroom going through the motions but not really alive like some sort of ghost. i don't believe in ghosts, because if they were