A Thousand Junkies Page #7

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you're a lying piece of sh*t. I wanna

see you stick the card into a machine.

Hey, a**hole, it's

my f***ing card. Okay?

It's my f***ing card,

it's my f***ing car,

[yells] it's my

f***ing everything!

What's happening?

You are such a f***ing

useless piece sh*t, man.

You can't go upstairs

and f***ing steal a CD

from your f***ing

pathetic girlfriend?

You are useless!

Seriously, dude, how much

is on the gas card?

- F*** the gas card.

- [starts engine]

[Tommy] Hey.

Candy. Over here.

[inaudible]

[door opens]

Hey. Come here.

[sniffles] Just come here.

[inaudible]

I can't come there,

you gotta come here.

- Come here.

- You know I can't come there. Come here.

[sighs]

Does Mom know I texted you?

Mm.

Where is she?

Upstairs.

Look, I need you

to do me a favor.

What?

I need you to go upstairs and get me a

hundred bucks out of the money jar.

You still have the money Uncle

Steven gave you for your birthday?

- Yeah.

- I need it.

For what?

- For books.

- What kind of books?

Books on love for one, okay?

I'm writing something about it.

I need it for research.

Can I order them

for you on Amazon?

No, I need it today.

I need to go to

Barnes & Noble right now.

I need you to get me

$100, sweetie, please.

I don't know.

I don't think so.

I can't give you

money for drugs.

It's not for drugs.

Why do you think it's for drugs?

It's not for drugs.

And first of all, you're not

giving me money, okay?

You're lending me money. I'm getting a...

Stop dancing!

Savanna, I can't right now,

with this. Please, just come...

No. Just come here

and talk to me.

What?

Why are you acting like this?

You're such a little brat.

[gasps] Wow.

What makes you think that I am

going to want to give you money

after the way you

talked to me right now?

Hey, what makes you think you can talk to

me like this when I'm your f***ing father?

If I tell you to go upstairs and get

me a hundred bucks 'cause I need it,

you go upstairs, you get me a

hundred bucks 'cause I need it.

You don't start f***ing telling me

sh*t and thinking you know stuff.

You're a kid, okay?

You don't know sh*t!

You understand?

You don't know sh*t!

What the f***

are you doing?

[sighs]

Stay away from her. You have to

leave, you have 30 seconds to leave.

- I need...

- The police in 30 seconds.

- I need a...

- Thirty seconds.

Why are you like this?

Karen, why are you like...

- Please.

- Why?

Why are you like this to me?

- I need...

- Tommy, leave.

- I need...

- Leave.

- Just...

- Get away from us.

- Listen, I need a hundred...

- No.

No.

Oh, f***.

[door closes]

I need a hundred bucks!

[instrumental music playing]

You can really rob Moshe?

Yeah. What the f***, man? What do

you think I've been telling you?

All right. Let's f***ing

do it, then.

Jesus, it's about

f***ing time. Thank you.

[starts engine]

[TJ] I can feel

the clothes on my skin.

[inhales deeply] All right,

man, he's coming.

He just went home

to change and get his piece.

He's not gonna want

half the dope, is he?

Was there any cash up there?

I don't know.

Do not give him half the dope.

[scoffs] He's not gonna

do it for nothing.

How do you know

this guy, bro?

Is this one of your

biker friends?

No. No. He's a solid dude.

We came up together. I've

been in battle with him, man.

I mean, sh*t, you know him.

He sold you those green

Valiums that one time.

Green Valiums?

At the tattoo parlor?

Yes, Christian.

The guy getting the tattoo of Pau

Gasol on the bottom of his foot?

He's f***ing insane.

[scoffs] We need insane.

We're gonna go jam a

motherf***er in his own home.

Can I not be here

for this?

[groaning]

[TJ] Awesome. [groans]

I don't if I'm gonna

p-puke or sh*t.

Oh, God, man.

I'm so f***ing

flipping the f***ing out.

I'm fine, man. It's all

in your f***ing head.

Oh, God. Yeah,

it's in my head, man.

It's in my f***ing head.

I think it's a sh*t.

[snorts]

Call this f***ing dude,

man. Call him.

He's f***ing coming, man.

Guys.

Guys, take me somewhere.

You don't want me shitting

in the car. Take me somewhere.

[Tommy] Oh, God.

- Seriously.

- [Tommy] Oh, God.

Guys, it's definitely a sh*t.

Take me somewhere.

Hold it.

F***.

[Tommy] These guys are closed?

[Blake] Yeah.

Yo, you're here for rigs?

Yeah.

Take me to Simi Valley right now,

I'll get you $200 and a gram.

- You want me to take you to Simi Valley?

- Yes.

Why?

For $200 and a gram.

Hey, man, can I sit there?

Who are you?

I get nauseous

in the back seat,

I don't wanna f***ing puke

in the dude's car.

What is this?

- What is going on?

- He says he'll give us $200 in a gram

if we take him to Simi Valley.

Really?

He says.

Okay.

Thanks, man, I appreciate it.

- No problem.

- I'm Blake.

I'm TJ.

[Tommy snorting]

[groans]

[coughs]

So this is how it works.

Christian knocks on the door and flashes

his badge like he's an undercover.

The a**hole, thinking that

he's busted, opens the door.

I come out of nowhere,

bull-rush his ass back inside,

stick the f***ing gun to his head.

That's horrible.

[Tommy] He looks like a cop?

[Blake] It doesn't even

matter, dude.

Every dealer's secretly

waiting to be busted,

so, all you have to do is flash

your badge and they open the door.

[TJ groans]

Hey, where does this

Moshe guy keep his gun?

This is a bad idea.

Where does he keep

his gun, man?

I don't think he has a gun.

I'm serious, man.

It's a bad f***ing idea.

[Blake] Does the dude

have a gun or not?

I don't wanna do this.

- You're not doing it.

- I'm part of it.

Shut up and just let me

handle this sh*t, all right?

TJ.

This isn't the time

to get wishy-washy.

I'm not wishy-washy.

You're totally f***ing wishy-washy.

You made the call.

Yes, and now

I'm changing my mind.

No, you can't do that.

This sh*t's on.

- I don't rob people, okay?

- I do!

Yeah, well, I don't!

I'm a writer.

You're a junkie.

So what? That means I have to go up

and f***ing pull guns on people?

I don't do that sh*t.

Yeah, but you're not doing it.

Oh, so you're okay

sending someone we know

to go up and rob somebody

at gun point?

Tommy, he's a f***ing drug dealer

and drug dealers get robbed.

Yeah, by people like you.

Listen, man, there's a

big sack of what we need

in that f***ing building,

and we're gonna go get it.

[mumbles]

Hey.

How sick are you right now?

Me, too.

[Blake] He's coming.

[tap running]

How are you doing, man?

How much suboxone

they got you on?

Not enough.

Man, you were really

screaming last night.

Sorry.

I'm feeling a lot of

f***ing pain.

Don't apologize. I banged

on the nurse's station.

I was like, "Do you hear him?

Go help him."

Thanks, man.

Your official name

is "Loud Guy."

Is it?

People f***ing hate me

in these places, man,

'cause I f***ing moan

like a motherf***er.

[sniffles]

And Tommy is my real name.

Tommy "Loud Guy."

[TJ] Tommy "Loud Guy",

they've got you mopping?

They're not supposed to make

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