Blackbird Page #6

Get the f*** out of my way!

Whoa, sh*t yo!

Hey you look out for my name man.

You know what it is.

"To Seen. "

What the f***?

Man, that's Columbine.

Okay.

Yo, Seen... Merry Christmas.

My name's Sean.

Yeah alright.

Now tell me why I got

a wallet in a prison.

What money do I got?

Muthafuck!

I mean damn.

Columbine got an iPhone 4.

Check this out...

it's still in its

plastic and everything.

Holy Sh*t.

What I would do with an iPhone4.

I hear they got like

a camera... Internet...

Alright man, what you get?

A jumpsuit, but I didn't find it funny.

Hey yo you guys, check

this out right here.

What do you get if you cross

Santa Claus with a duck?

Your momma?

A Christmas Quacker.

Yo, Trev, you ain't gonna pull at

your cracker?

Hey yo, put on your hat.

F*** that.

Come on Trev, we all got ours on.

Trade hats with me, Columbine.

I got your color.

You think you're all tough now?

Cause you got by my b*tch?

Should have killed him,

weak punk ass f*ggot.

I guess killing's not my thing.

Not here, Trev.

There, can we f***ing eat now?

What are you so afraid of?

It's just a hat.

You're gonna kill me because of a hat?

I want to kill you

because you're a f*ggot.

Is that why you killed the old man?

Because he was a f*ggot?

Or was it because he thought you were?

F*** YOU!

I'LL F***ING KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO GOD!

I'LL F***ING KILL YOU!

Let me go! Let me go!

F***ing let me go!

Get your f***ing hands off me!

What the f***, man!

Get your f***ing hands off me!

OPEN THE DOOR!

Stand down!

Stand down!

D.U. code 11. D.U. code 11.

Sit down!

Back away and stand down!

Back down.

Code 11.

D.U. Code 11.

Code 21.

D.U. Code 21.

Hey, I just want to go to sleep, huh.

Hey!

HEY!

AHHH!

AHHHHH!

The f***!

Ah!

Is he okay?

F***!

Stop it! It was just a glass of water.

Sit the f*** down.

What the f***'s wrong with you?

You didn't have to do that.

I'll kill you, man.

I'll f***ing kill you!

I just want to f***ing eat.

D.U. Code 21.

I just want to f***ing eat!

HEY!

Oh my god!

F***!

Keep moving.

Weirdly the food tastes better in here,

don't you think?

Randall.

Fly away little bird.

What about Trevor?

We came in at the same time.

He ain't ready.

If he's not ready, I'm not ready.

It was self defense.

He had this way of locking the doors.

Like a cop.

I just wanted out.

You can have it.

I don't want it.

How was my dad in the car?

I learned a lot about Sidney Crosby.

He's a nice guy...

Sidney Crosby?

Your dad.

You're lucky to have him.

What about your dad?

He know you're here?

No.

I couldn't breathe anymore.

It was either move

out or slit my wrists.

Well, I'm glad you chose to move out.

Do you have a marker or a pen?

Yeah, I have a ball point?

Yeah thanks.

I hate seeing you like this.

Your whole face is just...

It's okay.

It's only two more months.

You know...

he's not going to

want us to be together.

He's not going to make it easy.

Oh, that's okay.

Easy's not really my thing.

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