Bomb City Page #5

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I'M SORRY,

I DON'T KNOW ANY OF THOSE.

OH, MY GOD, I FEEL LIKE

I FAILED YOU!

IT HURTS ME ON THE INSIDE THA YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS.

LIKE...

- HELL NO.

- [PUPPY WHIMPERING]

THE ONLY THING THAT YOU

FAILED AT IS NAMING A PUPPY.

ALL RIGHT.

YOU GIVE IT A GO.

GIVE ME HIM.

HI, PUPPY.

[IMITATES SOFT BARKING]

SO WHO THE F***

IS FILTH ANYWAY?

IT'S THE GREATEST F***ING

BAND IN THE WORLD.

COME HERE.

MM, I'M NO AFRAID OF YOU.

[BOTH LAUGH]

[JADE]

HMM.

WHAT ABOUT "GUINNESS"?

I KIND OF:

F***ING LOVE THAT.

EXCEPT I HATE I 'CAUSE YOU CAME UP WITH IT.

- SO... [CHUCKLES]

- AH!

ALL RIGHT, WAIT,

BUT WE COULD STILL

NAME HIM AFTER:

THE BEST BEER EVER.

WHAT ABOUT "STOUT"?

- HE KIND OF LOOKS LIKE A STOUT.

- YEAH.

YOU LIKE THAT, BUDDY?

YOU WANT TO BE:

NAMED "STOUT"?

- A-HA-HA.

- "STOUT" IT IS.

- I LIKE IT.

- PERFECT.

PERFECT. STOUT.

I LOVE IT.

- HEY, WHAT'S THIS?

- HEY!

DUDE... IT'S NOTHING,

I JUST KEEP LYRICS

TO SONGS IN IT AND STUFF

AND JUST THINGS I LIKE

AND RANDOM THOUGHTS I HAVE.

SO IT'S LIKE

A F***ING DIARY.

- IT'S NOT A F***ING DIARY!

- [LAUGHS]

IT'S JUST F***ING

LYRICS AND...

RANDOM IDEAS AND...

F***ING GIVE IT BACK!

I'LL GIVE IT BACK

ON ONE CONDITION:

YOU READ ME SOMETHING

WRITTEN BY YOU:

AND NOT ANOTHER BAND.

IT'S EITHER THA OR YOU NEVER GET IT BACK.

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT,

JUST GIVE IT HERE.

YOU HAVE TO PROMISE.

YOU HAVE TO SAY IT.

I THOUGHT YOU DIDN' LIKE PROMISES.

SO?

[CHUCKLES]

ALL RIGHT, I PROMISE.

[CHUCKLES]

BUT, LIKE...

YOU GOT TO REALIZE THAT...

I HEAR THIS TO:

REALLY LOUD MUSIC,

AND LIKE...

YOU KNOW WHAT?

HERE, LET ME SEE THAT.

[GASPS]

JUST...

IN MY HEAD,

IT'S MOSTLY SCREAMING.

MM-HMM.

[BRIAN SIGHS]

ALL RIGHT, YOU READY?

YEAH, GO AHEAD.

"MY ENTIRE LIFE,

PEOPLE TRY TO:

RATTLE MY CAGE:

TO FORCE ME TO EXPLODE

FROM THE INSIDE OUT.

TESTING ME.

TRYING TO FIND:

MY BREAKING POINT.

MY MOTHER WOULD SAY,

'SON, STEP IN FROM THE COLD, '

AND MY FATHER:

JUST THE SAME.

HE'D SAY,

'DON'T EVER LOSE

YOUR SELF-CONTROL.'

BUT I OPENED THE WINDOW.

I LET THE COLD AIR FLOW.

I LOST MY SELF-CONTROL."

[MUSIC PLAYING]

- MM.

- [CHUCKLING]

[CAMERON]

CODY CATES LIVED AN HONEST LIFE.

MWAH!

[CAMERON]

WENT TO CHURCH EVERY SUNDAY.

PLAYED FOOTBALL.

HE ALSO WAS INVOLVED

IN MANY OTHER:

EXTRA CURRICULAR ACTIVITIES:

NATIONAL HONORS SOCIETY,

STUDENT COUNCIL,

FELLOWSHIP OF:

CHRISTIAN ATHLETES.

HIS FAMILY:

HAVE ALWAYS BEEN PROACTIVE

IN THE COMMUNITY.

IS THIS WHA THEY DESERVE?

THEY DIDN'T ASK FOR

ANY OF THIS TO HAPPEN.

SO IS THIS:

WHAT THEY:

REALLY DESERVE?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

YEAH:

L-I-S-E-O

RIDE HARD, NIGGA

AY:

I'M GON' SCRATCH

UNTIL I GET IT, GO AT IT

COME BACK WITH IT

I'M GON' SCRATCH

UNTIL I GET IT:

GO AT IT,

COME BACK WITH IT

I'M GON' SCRATCH

UNTIL I GET IT:

GO AT IT,

COME BACK WITH IT

I'M GON' SCRATCH

UNTIL I GET IT:

GO AT IT,

COME BACK WITH IT

YOUNG NIGGA:

ON THE GRIND:

[CHEERING]

YOUNG NIGGA:

ON THE GRIND:

AND I THROW IT IN THE GAME,

NIGGAS MAD:

B*TCHES HATIN',

KEEPING DIRT ON MY NAME

NIGGAS STARE:

AS I SWING:

SEE, THEY SLIP

INTO FRAME:

TRUE BANK,

USED TO BANG:

MONEY RUNNING:

THROUGH MY NAME:

[CODY] LIKE, WHAT ARE YOUR PLANS

NOW THAT THE CHEER SEASON'S OVER?

CHEER SEASON:

DOESN'T END WITH FOOTBALL.

- THERE ARE OTHER SPORTS.

- YEAH.

YEAH, I MEAN, LIKE...

I MEANT, LIKE, ARE YOU

BUMMED NOW THAT THE...

- THE FOOTBALL SEASON'S OVER?

- [GLASS SHATTERS]

HONESTLY,

IT'S KIND OF EXHAUSTING.

YOU KNOW,

ALL THE PEP RALLIES

AND STUPID:

SIGN MAKING:

AND STUFF.

HEY, THIS PARTY'S GETTING

A LITTLE OUT OF CONTROL.

DO YOU GUYS THINK

THE COPS WILL COME?

NO, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT,

I TOLD YOU,

COPS NEVER COME.

YEAH, I MEAN, COPS?

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

YO, WE RUN THIS TOWN.

RUN THIS TOWN,

B*TCHES! OOH-HOO!

[CHEERING, LAUGHING]

[SNIFFS]

OH, SH*T, MAN!

[PANTS]

- HOW YOU DOING?

- GOOD.

- HOW YOU DOING?

- OH, SH*T! I ALMOST FORGOT TO SHOW YOU ALL

MY LATEST AND GREATEST.

IF, UM... YOU'D ALL PLEASE

ACCOMPANY ME TO MY RIDE.

OKAY.

[CHUCKLES]

PEACE.

[GIGGLES]

RICKY.

GOT TO BE MORE LIKE HIM,

YOU KNOW?

RICKY:

I... THIS

THIS IS:

THE GREATEST INVENTION

SINCE GODDAMN... COKE.

VICKS... COME ON.

- STEP ON UP HERE.

- ARE YOU SH*T-FACED, MAN?

- I'M CATES, BABY.

- COME ON! CATES.

F***, I'M DRUNKER

THAN A SKUNK.

GET UP THERE, MOTHERF***ER.

COME ON.

COME ON, PUT YOUR MOUTH

UP ON THAT THING.

NO, MAN, WHAT THE HELL

IS THIS THING,

- YOU CRAZY-ASS REDNECK?

- QUIT...

BEING SUCH:

A GODDAMN PUSS.

JUST...

PUT YOUR MOUTH:

ON THE F***ING THING.

ALL RIGHT, I'M GOING.

YEAH?

YOU'RE RUINING

MY GODDAMN PRESENTATION.

ALL RIGHT.

[PANTS EXCITEDLY]

WHOO-HOO!

[CHEERING, LAUGHTER]

[SPITS]

OOH, GOD!

MAN, WHAT THE HELL?

IS THAT F***ING WHISKEY?

GODDAMN RIGH IT'S WHISKEY!

I MEAN, THAT IS

THE BEST F***ING SHI IN THE GODDAMN WORLD

WHISKEY, OKAY?

IT'S NOT CHEAP,

IT'S F***ING EXPENSIVE STUFF

SO BE GODDAMN:

APPRECIATIVE, OKAY?

- [COUGHS]

- NOW, SEE, I RIGGED THE WINDSHIELD WIPER

TO FLOW WHISKEY STRAIGH INTO YOUR F***ING MOUTH.

AND YOU'RE SO UNAPPRECIATIVE,

YOU LITTLE COCK SUCKER.

[RICKY EXHALES]

DAVIS, GET YOUR ASS

ON UP HERE.

- NO, NO, BRO, I'M GOOD.

- NO, YEAH, COME ON.

NO, SCREW YOU, DAWG.

[CODY] NO, YOUR FOOTBALL

CAREER JUST ENDED.

YOU'RE OFFICIALLY RETIRED,

ALL WASHED UP.

- COME ON, MAN.

- RICKY:
CATES!

DROP YOUR COCK,

AND PUT ON YOUR SOCK.

ENJOY THE F***ING WHISKEY,

PLEASE?

THANK YOU.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[MAN]

COME ON! COME ON!

[RICKY GIGGLES]

UGH!

[LAUGHTER]

[COUGHS]

HEY, HOW'S IT FEEL?

- LIKE SH*T.

- WE'RE NOT ALONE.

[TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

[MUSIC STOPS]

ALL RIGHT, Y'ALL,

TIME TO BREAK IT UP.

COME ON.

PARTY'S OVER.

GET HOME SAFE.

YO, RICKY.

- YEAH?

- WHERE Y'ALL HEADED?

YEAH, BUDDY.

[CHUCKLES]

THANK YOU.

[DAVIS]

TELL THE KIDS I SAID HI.

MUCH OBLIGED, Y'ALL.

[DAVIS]

LATER, BUDDY.

HEY, CODY, CAN WE GIVE

LINDSEY A RIDE HOME?

UH, HELL YEAH WE CAN.

[CHUCKLES]

THANKS.

[RICKY]

ALL RIGHT.

LET'S GET THE F***

OUT OF HERE.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[MUSIC PLAYING

OVER CAR STEREO]

THANKS AGAIN, GUYS,

I APPRECIATE IT.

ALL RIGHT,

Y'ALL BE SAFE.

I'M A SOLDIER,

I'M A GANGSTA, NIGGA

GHETTO BOY:

ON MY BELLY:

[DAVIS]

HURRY THE F*** UP, RICKY!

OH, MY GOD.

OH, SH*T.

- [CHUCKLES]

- DAMN.

GIVE A F*** WHO YOU ARE

I'M A BEAST,

I'M A REAL STREET NIGGA

LEAD A OTHER NEW WAY

- GOT A GANG OF THEM KILLERS

- WITH ME

DON'T GET IT TWISTED,

I'M THE ONE, THE DADDY

I'M THE SHEPHERD...

[MAN AND WOMAN

MOANING ON TV]

[MUSIC PLAYING ON TV]

WHAT THE F***, MAN?

[EXHALES]

OH, YOU F***ING B*TCH!

- [ENGINE REVVING]

- WHOO-HOO!

UGH! YOU MOTHERF***ER!

- F*** YOU, P*SSY!

- F***!

F***ING B*TCH-ASS F***ER.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[RICKY] WE WERE MINDING

OUR OWN BUSINESS.

OKAY?

[SCOFFING]

IT WAS AN ALL-OUT AMBUSH.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHEERING, CLAPPING]

- WELCOME TO THE PARTY, MY MAN.

- HOW YOU F***ING B*TCHES DOING?

[CHEERS]

[MAN]

YEAH, WE'RE GETTING F***ED UP.

[RICKY]

LOOK AT THIS DUMB PIECE OF SH*T.

WHICH ONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS

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