Cardboard Boxer

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"Blood red orange sun"

"The world runs"

"Slowly around me"

"Slowly around me"

"Stars in my eyes"

"Oceans in yours"

"I'll do it my way"

"I'll do it my way"

"Is that what you do?"

"Is that what you do?"

"Blood red"

"Orange sun"

"The world runs"

"Slowly around me"

"Slowly around me"

Okay, you motherfuckers, gimme your sh*t!

Wake up, man. What d'you got? Come here.

- Give me everything you got.

- I don't have anything.

Yeah, motherf***er!

You still wanna use it now, huh?

You want to touch my sh*t again, huh?

Say, "I'll never touch

your sh*t again, Skillet."

Say, "I'll never touch

your sh*t again, Skillet." Say it!

Get your funky ass out of here,

move it. Get out!

What? What, motherf***er? What?

You want my f***ing skillet?

You want my f***ing skillet?

I killed a motherf***er to get this skillet.

You got that?

Killed a motherf***er.

I'll kill your ass, too.

Where are you going, b*tch?

I ain't finished with you. Oh, you take

another step, you're a dead motherf***er.

Take another step! Oh, you dead motherf***er.

You dead motherf***er.

I'll kill your motherfucking ass. You dead.

All of you are dead motherfuckers!

All of you are dead motherfuckers!

- Holy sh*t. Look at that dude.

- Nope. Keep walking.

- God! Downtown is the sh*t.

- Dude, don't be a jackass.

Come on. This place is awesome.

Skillet the killer!

All of you are dead motherfuckers.

All of you. Skillet the killer.

- Hey, Pope!

- Hey, Pope!

- Hey, Jazz. How you feel, baby?

- What's up?

Nothing happening, man.

Yeah, I head some knuckleheads

tore up through here last night.

Yeah. Two guys in a blue van

robbed everybody.

- Everybody all right?

- I guess.

Tore everybody's sh*t up, though.

Yeah. I feel you, man.

How's Methuselah?

He's all right.

Where is he?

Hey, Methuselah!

Let me see you, man.

Hey, Jazz, do me a favor.

Keep an eye out on him, all right?

He's too old to be out here

in the first place, you know?

Yeah, we got him.

I'ma put some feelers out

and tell the boys to look out for these guys.

What were they? Black, white...

- Latino. Yeah.

- Some Spanish n*ggers?

Yeah, well, we're gonna La Cucaracha

their ass when we catch him.

- Thanks, Pope.

- Right on, baby. Stay up!

- Look after yourselves.

- Take it easy, man.

Hey, Pope.

Hey.

So... yeah, they, uh...

they took my sleeping bag.

That's f***ed up, man.

Yeah, it gets really

cold out here at night.

Yeah? What? You want me to go

buy you a brand new sleeping bag?

That would be nice, right?

Look, I'm a minute off the streets

my damned self, okay?

No, no. I'm sorry. I... no.

- Sorry, man, you know.

- Thank you, though.

All right, man. I can't

do nothing for you.

No, I got it.

Hey!

- Hey, Pope.

- Look, nigga...

I'm gonna give you this, all right?

Now, I'm letting you hold it. But when you

find something else I want that back, okay?

- Okay.

- And I swear to God if it smells like piss,

I will run your ass over.

Oh, there won't be any piss on it.

Thank you.

Yeah, all right, man.

Hey, um...

- What?

- How are you doing?

N*gger, I can't spend my whole day

out here talking to your ass.

Man, I got sh*t to do, and I already

gave you the f***ing blanket.

- What? You want me to change my mind?

- No.

Keep f***ing around

I'm taking my sh*t back, man.

See you later.

You can have it all. It's... it's all burned.

All burned up.

Dear diary, I am in the second grade.

Mommy gave me this diary on the

Christmas before she went to heaven.

She told me to write in it every day,

because every day of my life

would be special.

I asked her, "Why?" And she said because

she loved me more than life itself.

And when someone loves you that much,

then you're special "automcly."

When I get to heaven, I want to be able

to tell her about every day I was alive,

and I don't want to forget anything.

I will even tell her about the days I was bad

and the days that I didn't do

anything at all.

So, today, I started my diary, of course...

and now I'm going to sleep.

Excuse me.

Do you know how to read cursive?

Do you know how to read this?

Get the f*** out of here. Move on.

Heavenly father,

I know I've made some mistakes in my life.

I know I've done some... some bad things.

I'm a sinner and I deserve to go to hell.

But you sent your son

to forgive me for my sins.

And today, Jesus, I accept you into

my heart as my personal lord and savior.

You can open your eyes now.

You've been saved.

Here, this is yours.

I'll look for you in heaven.

Ma'am. Hi, how are you?

Excuse me. Can you read out

of this book it... it's in cursive.

I can't, right now. I'm...

Read the Bible.

Hi, ma'am. Do you believe

in God by any chance?

Good.

I'd like to, uh... I'd like to show you

a verse here from the Bible.

It's John 3:
16. You know who John was?

Mommy, something stinks.

If you would pay for these cards, uh...

uh, I know I smell bad.

And I, uh... I'll wait outside.

Thank you.

It thundered the night my mom died.

I'm afraid of thunder.

I'm afraid of thunder, too.

My name is Willie.

I found your diary and thought

I would write you back

if you don't mind.

Maybe, we could be pen pals.

But to do that, I guess I have

to tell you a little bit about myself.

I live on the nickel.

In the morning I wake up

when the sun comes out

and go look for food.

I'm always so hungry in the morning.

I will eat just about anything.

After that, I walk around

trying to get money.

Sometimes I just go exploring.

I like to climb stuff.

I found this roof I can climb up to.

You can see the whole city

for a long, long way.

When it gets real hot, I sleep in my box.

It's a good box.

And sometimes I sleep almost all day

because I stay up so late at night.

It's really scary at night.

If you sleep, somebody might do

something bad to you.

These guys, they took my sleeping bag

one time and now it's really cold at night,

which also makes me sad.

So, I am what is called

a "night owl" right now.

It is usually quiet, but it is lonely.

You're the only person I know.

So, that makes you special...

"automcly."

P.S...

I am afraid of thunder, too.

Dear diary...

today was my first day at my new school.

I'm living with Uncle Craig

in his apartment downtown,

and I don't know anybody here.

What?

Back! This is my spot now.

Go and find your own damn spot.

Who wants your sh*t?

Everyone stares at me weird,

and I don't like it.

There are a few kids

I want to make friends with...

but they don't know I exist.

When Mommy was sick, I used to hug her,

and she said it made everything okay.

She promised that whenever I get lonely

she will send an angel down to hug me.

But I haven't seen him yet.

Hey, who wants 50 bucks?

Yo, who wants 50 bucks?

- Get in fights a lot?

- Get in 'em? I start 'em!

Ask anybody on this row,

anybody in this whole f***ing city,

and they'll tell you,

"Skillet the killer, motherf***er."

You kill people?

Yeah, I kill them.

Beat 'em, eat 'em.

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