A Thousand Junkies Page #5

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come through for us?

- Money or drugs?

- Either.

No one.

The prop guy. Dude, the prop guy

with the mustache and no teeth.

He FedEx'd you dope

to El Paso.

Adam. He moved to Thailand.

[Tommy] Come on, man. Nobody

really moves to Thailand.

Adam really did.

Who's "Steve:

Kid with no shoes"?

"Steve:
Kid with no shoes."

I have no f***ing idea.

See, man, god damn it.

This is why I keep saying

that we just need to get our hands on

some f***ing weapons to make sh*t happen.

[Tommy] The rehab kid. The rehab

kid with that skateboard...

Miles. He stayed clean.

- That kid?

- Yeah, he stayed clean. He sponsors.

Hey, hey! I'm being

f***ing serious, man.

Sometimes you just gotta grab a

gun and force the f***ing issue.

Bro, shut up with the f***ing guns, okay?

We don't do guns.

We don't. Who's

"Barney Red Liquor Store"?

[Blake] F***'s sake.

From the coffee shop?

Barney?

My sister would wire us money

if she could get out of bed.

Can't call her husband.

This one just says,

"Japanese Guy."

Should I call him?

I wish my grandparents

were still alive.

I'm gonna call

the Japanese guy.

Hello?

Hello?

Hey. Hey, are you Japanese?

Hello?

[instrumental music playing]

[Tommy] I was

adding it up yesterday,

and I have spent 950 days

waiting for dealers.

Almost 1,000 days of my life,

waiting for dope.

I cop anywhere from

two to four times a day,

so I'd say on the average, I

spend three hours a day waiting,

if you include the drive.

Three hours a day

is 21 hours a week.

So let's round that off and say

I spend one day a week waiting.

52 weeks in a year. So let's

round that down to 50.

I've been doing it every day

since I'm 22,

and I'm 42.

That's 20 years.

I'd lose a year

for the odd rehab stint,

failed 21-day methadone detox,

so, let's say, 19 years.

That's 50 days a year

for 19 years.

950 days.

Almost three years

of my life

waiting to get well.

[music winds down]

Cold.

Where the f*** are we?

[snorts]

Adam's in Van Buren.

[snorts]

[spits]

F***ing no money, man.

No gas.

That's where we are.

Adam's in Van Buren?

We have no money

and no f***ing gas.

It could be worse. We could

be on Avalon and Gage.

Dude, you spent two of our last

dollars on a king-sized Hershey bar?

You didn't, did you?

No, of course not.

I stole it.

You shoplifted?

Why?

'Cause I wanted

a f***ing candy bar.

Don't shoplift

down here, man.

The Koreans will shoot you.

[scoffs] Over a candy bar?

Don't you remember the girl

with the orange shoes?

They shot and killed her.

You're a massive f***in' p*ssy, man.

I swear to God.

Maybe I'm a p*ssy, but I'm

not gonna bail you out

if you get busted

for shoplifting.

You're not gonna

bail me out anyway.

The two of you don't have a

dollar between the both of you.

It's f***ing pathetic.

Besides, if I needed to get bailed out,

you'd be the last person I'd call.

Well, who would you call? Call them now.

We're in trouble.

I would call my mom.

Yeah, she was real helpful

with the watch.

F*** you, man.

She bailed me out three

different times last year.

One of them was for

an armed robbery beef.

She put up the house

to get me out.

Oh, she must be so proud of

you, you f***ing criminal.

F*** you.

No.

A piece of candy.

No.

[laughs]

You're not gonna

share your candy bar?

Listen, man, if you want

a candy bar,

go f***ing steal it yourself,

like I just did.

Just give him a piece

of chocolate. He's sick.

[Blake sighs]

There.

- You want some, too?

- No, I'm too sick.

[Tommy] My fingers have that

kicking rehab-smell.

Ugh.

Hey, why don't you

call Lonestar?

Lonestar?

Are you f***ing crazy, man?

I haven't talked to

the guy in ten years.

So call him up and say,

"I'm sorry I haven't talked to you

in ten years, but I'm in trouble.

I need your help."

I can't do that, man.

Why don't you call

that guy in Boston?

You know, the guy who thinks he

can beat LeBron James one-on-one.

He doesn't think he can

beat him one-on-one.

He thinks he can score

one point off him.

Call Lonestar.

Call LeBron James.

Take some of this, man.

It'll help you.

It'll f***ing help you.

It won't help me.

[Latin American song playing]

Can't you back up your

relationship with your dad?

[TJ] My dad is dead.

[Blake] I haven't seen mine since I was like,

three, but lately he's been sending me

f***ing emails saying that he wants us

to have a relationship or some sh*t.

Said he just got

f***ing sober or something.

He's been sending me pictures

of him and my half-sister.

I didn't even know

I had a half-sister.

He says he wants me to

come down to f***ing Florida

to visit them and

he'd pay for the ticket.

But I don't know,

man, you know? Like...

Dude f***ing abandoned me, like,

literally walked out of my life

when he felt like it, and now he wants to

walk back in when he f***ing feels like it?

Bullshit.

I mean, I get... you know, it'd be

nice to meet my sister and all.

He's probably doing

another clean-up

and when he gets sober

he could help me out.

I should probably give him a second chance.

I mean, he is my f***ing dad, but,

I don't know.

[inaudible dialog]

You know, I just

f***ing love the guy.

[TJ] Hey, is today Wednesday?

[Tommy] It's Thursday.

[Blake] F***, why don't we just

rip this Moshe dude off?

[Tommy] Should I call Corr?

She'll at least have benzos.

Julie might be out. Are you

positive it's Thursday?

[Blake ] Listen, God damn it, I'm being

serious. We should just take this dude down.

[Tommy] Benzos or no benzos?

[Blake] F*** benzos, man.

I'm f***ing sick.

Where does this

Moshe a**hole live?

We're not robbing Moshe. Will you

stop saying that? It's crazy.

Crazy? Begging girls

for benzos is crazy.

[Tommy] Call Lonestar.

[cell phone beeps]

[line ringing]

[Tommy] Tamara?

Hey. It's Tommy.

No, Tommy Swerdlow.

Is Bill around?

[stops engine]

[speaking indistinctly]

You need to get with me

on this robbery thing.

What robbery thing?

Moshe. Man, we need this.

I mean, we... we finally

have the opportunity

to get our hands

on a package.

We'll go to India

and wean off.

We're not gonna wean off.

- I am.

- No, you're not.

You know how many junkies have

told me they're gonna wean off?

- A thousand.

- [sighs]

A thousand f***ing junkies, they're

gonna go to the mountains,

they're gonna go to the desert, they're

gonna go to Guatemala and wean off.

Not one of them

has ever done it. Not one.

A thousand junkies?

Okay, not a thousand,

but 50.

A real 50.

[man] Oh, God, yeah.

- How'd you find me? Yeah.

- I called Tamara.

You called Tamara?

- You had her number?

- She said you were going independent.

What's this, man?

- What are you doing?

- This? Yeah.

It's, uh, independent movie...

a friend of mine. You know,

everybody's working for nothing. So,

it's... yeah, budget story kind of thing.

But, bro, it's good

to see you, man.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- You know, it really is.

You know, listen, I'm sorry

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