Dark Days Page #3

Right here,

ain't sh*t in here today.

Nothin'. Nothin' but garbage.

What did you say about this spot?

I love it. -What'd you say

about this spot?

This spot here,

there's always a lot of plastic.

There's never really been

very many cans here.

It's always been a lot

of plastic stuff.

I used to get, like, easy money.

I usually get three or four

dollars' worth of cans outta here.

But I usually get, like, two bags,

maybe two and a half

bags like this with plastics.

What is the best thing you sell?

The best thing I sell?

It's hard to say,

but I sell anything.

- What-

- What sells the best?

What sells the best?

Nasty movies.

Nasty f*ggot movies.

Boy movies.

Them d*cks be slingin' and sh*t.

Them faggots be gathered about.

They be muggin' you

for that sh*t, man.

I mean, basically, those f*ggot books

and f*ggot movies...

sell quicker than girlie books

and girlie movies.

I remember me and my partner had, like,

Soon as we came out with this sh*t,

we sold all of them

before we sold any other book.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Once them faggots be passin' by

and see them d*cks hangin' out,

man, they be backin' up.

Man, they go and-

I had a motherfuckin' crowd.

We had a crowd, man, that day.

But that's what sells -

anything in porno, mainly sissy.

You know what I'm sayin'?

But right now, see,

I'm too early or too late, one.

Ain't nothin' out here.

Not yet anyway.

But it'll get better. It definitely will

pick up. You know what I'm sayin'?

By the end of today,

how much will you have?

Uh, well, usually on Fridays, if I work

all day, about $70- 60 or 70 bucks.

Have enough to play around a little bit.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Stinking rich. I call it- I call it

being crackhead rich for the day.

You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause I got

enough money to go out there, you know,

do basically what I wanna do

for a day or two, you know?

But it gets me through the weekend.

I usually take Saturdays and Sundays off

and chill, you know?

I've always done that.

I ran away from home when I was 16.

I got tired of putting up

with my parents' bullshit.

So I just said "F***," and I left.

My father was a dope fiend,

an alcoholic.

My mother, she didn't give a f***.

She let my father beat on her,

beat on me and my sisters.

She wouldn't say anything.

She wouldn't do anything.

You know?

I haven't spoken to them in 10 years,

and I don't care to.

I don't give a damn about 'em.

They can rot in hell.

They had 16 years to love me

and treat me like a son...

and much less treat me

like a human being.

They couldn't do it then,

and they couldn't do it now.

So I don't give a damn about 'em.

They gave me life, and that's enough.

That's all I thank them for.

All right. Here go the egg.

- What are you making?

- Corn bread.

Country corn bread.

Here go the meal.

Add a little water.

How'd you learn

to make that?

Well, when you're

from the country,

you learn how to raise it,

grind it and cook it.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah.

Pull it, shell it, get it brown.

And if it don't go right then,

there ain't no right in it.

Down, motherf***er. Get down.

Get down. Get the hell down.

F***.

Motherf***er bites, man.

And all he does is go for

the f***in' hand, man.

All right. All right, get down.

Get down. Stay there.

That's all he does is go for the hands.

He don't bullshit, bro.

Uh!

Motherf***er kicks my ass.

This buttermilk makes it taste better.

You can always make it without it.

Sweet milk makes it more kind of crumbly.

Buttermilk makes it go together better.

And gives it a sort of better taste too.

Being homeless, you can, like,

consider grow down here.

Because if you're homeless on the street-

Some of 'em have just what they got in

their arms or a little pack on their back.

If they get caught in the rain,

they ain't got sh*t.

Just, like, simple as that.

So if you're homeless,

this is the best spot.

You got a door to lock on it.

You got a Frigidaire.

Where you can come in,

have just what you want to eat

'cause you got somewhere to cook it.

You can go buy.

I think these done. I'll take

this top off and let 'em brown.

That ain't gonna do much brownin'

with that top on 'em.

You got a TV.

Up top, if you see a TV,

you're peeping in a store window.

You know? So that's like-

well, you know, like growin' down here...

compared to being homeless

anywhere, you know?

Here.

Yeah. These are my doggies.

This is Ladybugs, the mommy.

I've had her for about four years.

And these are her little kids.

This is her little boy.

This is Junior.

And the other two are little girls.

This is Princess.

She has a bad leg.

She once fell off the roof.

Which is the reason why I built the pen-

to keep 'em up here so they're safe.

Plus so they don't wander

all over the place.

Come here, Fatty.

Come here, Fatty.

Come here.

This is the other little girl.

This is Fatty.

She looks just like her mama.

They're about- The puppies

are about a year and-

about 14 months old.

This is my, uh, pet.

- Uh, my first one. Ted.

- Roger.

Yeah, Roger.

Tammy brought this one to me,

you know?

And, uh, he's- he's real cool.

He's a lazy cat,

but a pretty one, you know?

- You know.

- Eats rats.

Yeah. No, he does,

but he really don't.

But Rusty does.

Mr. Rusty over here.

- Eats Martians.

- Shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Oh, there goes a mouse.

Rusty does eat rats.

He don't eat 'em.

He just plays with them, man,

and-and-and do a little damage...

so they don't come

into my territory, you know?

He's kinda like a trooper, yeah.

- A trooper.

- A little protector, yeah.

- Trooper-protector, yeah.

- Trooper.

That's my little Rusty.

Get outside.

F***in' dog.

Oh, man.

He plays, but he plays

too f***in' rough, man.

Look at that.

Now we can play some darts,

you know?

That dog, he bit me, man.

You can hear

all that in here.

Yeah, all the racket. Yeah, no.

But... who told me to get a dog?

- You know? I gotta- Huh?

- Who did tell you to get a dog?

Who told me to get a dog? The

motherf***er that stole my TV and sh*t.

Mm-hmm.

That's the motherf***er

made me get a dog.

Then we got the most famous gerbil -

Miss Peaches.

- Peaches.

- Yeah. She had 12 kids, man.

Peaches had 12 kids.

She was all right, man.

Miss Peaches was all right.

What'd she do with her kids?

She- Four of them died, and-and-

and she ate the rest of them, man.

I could- Yeah,

I couldn't believe it, man.

And- And then I come to find out

that they do eat their young.

How the f*** are there

so many of them then?

You know?

- What the f***?

- Sh*t.

But this is my precious

flying babes, man.

You wanna talk about an airplane?

This is Miss Bleeks, man.

When she flew around,

she used to f***in'-

The papers and the clothes

and everything went flying.

The rats- Everybody went flying when

Miss Bleeks got out of her cage, man.

And I should never have

kept her in a cage.

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