El Bola Page #2

Where the skin's close to the bone.

- If there's no bone it doesn't hurt?

- Much less.

What's so funny?

There's no bone in my dick

but I bet it hurts like hell!

What a ride!

- It'd be cool to go to India.

- Sure.

But I'd rather go to

Africa. It must be amazing.

- Where would you go?

- To the desert.

What for?

Thanks, man.

You're welcome. You can treat next time.

If it weren't for this,

I'd be puking still.

Why didn't you tell me you

get dizzy, you d*ckhead?

I was embarrassed.

You should have told me.

- That hit the spot.

- Sure did.

What do we do now?

Digest our food first.

- Where do we go first?

- Your choice.

I don't care. But not Corkscrew.

The ferris wheel.

- What for?

- I'm joking, dipshit.

You're crazy, man!

I'm going to fall!

Relax, Grandma. I've got you.

Stay still. She's digging

her nails into me!

Don't make this worse. Raise your arm.

Raise your arm!

Don't shout. Why are you shouting?

I'm not.

- Yes you are!

- Fine, whatever you say.

Turn around.

In front of the child. How embarrassing!

I'm not looking, Grandma.

If you'd cooperate he

wouldn't have to be here.

I wash myself everyday.

You wash your face, that's not enough.

I wash more than my face.

I don't want to argue.

See you later.

Where are you going?

To hang out.

It's the anniversary of your

brother's death.

You want me to stay?

No, go on.

Go hang out.

That's all you do, hang out

in the f***ing street.

Let him go.

It wouldn't kill him

to stay home for once.

I'd say.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I thought you weren't coming.

- I got tied up.

- Why are you dressed like that?

- No reason.

It's only my dad's studio.

That's not why.

- Come on, let's go.

- Is it far?

The studio?

Yeah.

6 metro stops.

Come on.

What an outfit.

- Hi, Dad.

- Hi.

- What's up, monster?

- Hi.

Why are you here?

I came to see you.

I can see that.

Did you tell your mom?

Yeah.

He didn't tell her.

That wasn't very convincing.

Ever seen this before?

No.

Here's the design.

- Is the dragon finished?

- You can't see it now.

- Just let Pellet see it.

- No, Alfredo.

Go on, let him see it.

Hey, you f*ggot.

I'm on my way over.

No, he can't.

No, he said he had stuff to do.

The other one's for you?

Thanks.

- This one's mine?

- Yeah.

Alfredo says he wants to

come to the studio sometime.

You've got some nerve.

Skipping school, dropping

by without notice,

and next the recording studio.

You live like a king.

You've got some nerve.

You always tell me to enjoy life.

Yeah, but not so much.

And you're pushing it.

Alfonso, are you free later?

You're not going home?

No. But you can take the metro, right?

Or do you need a chauffeur?

- Where are you going?

- To see Felix

at the hospital.

So are you free?

No way.

Come on.

Come with me.

No.

- Why not?

- No.

He's okay. He's fine.

So was Hendrix and he

didn't even recognize me.

I just talked to him. He asked

about you.

No, Jose.

- I don't get you.

- You don't?

It's simple. I'm tired of seeing

my friends die. I've spent

3 years burying my friends. I

don't want to see Felix like that.

I don't want to remember him that way.

Dad, can I come with you?

No, I've told you a

hundred times. You can't.

Why not?

Don't make me say it again!

Who's Felix?

My godfather.

What's wrong with him?

He has Aids.

- That's why your pop won't let you?

- Yeah.

I want to see him, though.

I'll go tomorrow at playtime.

They won't let you in.

I don't care. I'll sneak in.

Hey.

- What?

- Come with me.

I can't miss class.

Next weekend if you want.

No, I'm going tomorrow.

Come and meet him. He's

cool, and he'll like you.

I can't. I would if I could, I swear.

How will you get out?

Through the front door, how do you think?

The door's locked. I know a better way.

- Pellet!

- What?

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Hey, why don't you

come with me? Come on.

- I can't.

- You're a shithead.

I'll see you tomorrow.

See you.

Pellet.

- The tracks tomorrow.

- Fine.

What's up?

- Ditching again tomorrow?

- F*** you, Cobeta.

You're scared.

Forget it, punk!

Why did you come?

I didn't want you to go alone.

I knew you'd come.

- How?

- I don't know, but I knew.

Hi.

Hi.

- We're hereto see a patient.

- Room number?

- 210.

- One second.

There's no answer.

Is he expecting you?

No.

You can't enter without

an adult. Sorry.

- Is he a relative?

- My godfather.

Is he alone?

I don't think so.

Wait over there if you want and

I'll try again, okay?

Okay.

What a crock.

What do we do?

I don't know. Let's wait.

What if your godmother comes?

I'm not leaving till I see him.

With her there, it might be difficult.

Felix?

Alfredo.

Alfredo!

Come on, man. Let's go.

Come on, man.

That son of a b*tch!

- Will you tell your pop you saw him?

- No.

I shouldn't have gone.

Why not?

Because.

I understand Alfonso now.

If you hadn't, it would have

bugged you your whole life.

Why'd they shave his head?

I don't know.

How can they keep someone

like that alive?

I'd rather die

than be like that. I'd shoot

myself. They wouldn't leave me

half-dead. And if I die,

they can burn my body

and throw the ashes

into the sea or anywhere

as long as it isn't one

of those sick tombs.

Big deal. If you're

already dead, who cares?

I care. I won't be put

in a hole.

I don't want to die.

Of course not! Neither

do I. But it's impossible.

Why?

Because everyone dies.

- I don't see why.

- How should I know?

It's up to God or whatever.

God doesn't exist.

How do you know?

I just do.

God doesn't exist and

I'm never going to die.

Or let Him stop this rock

from landing on that light

reflected in the water.

No f***ing way.

No?

Get your ass in here, a**hole!

F***ing move!

I'm going to kick your ass!

What do you mean, 'nothing'?

The next time you ditch

class you're f***ing dead!

What's E.T.'s dad's name?

- What?

- Eat Me!

How stupid.

You in, Lolo?

I'm out.

New kid?

If not, what did you come for?

I can't be here?

Sure. You can watch.

I'm not watching you.

- What?

- You heard me.

Yeah, you'd better not.

Leave him alone.

I just hate smart asses.

Okay, come on. Let's draw for it.

Adri.

You in or what?

Let's go, sh*t.

1, 2, 3...

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...

Sebas against...

He always cheats! See how

he went before the signal?

I didn't see it.

You'll see when you go against

him. He's a real son of a b*tch.

I won't because I'll never

do it. It's f***ing stupid.

- What is?

- That f***ing stupid game.

No way, it's real cool.

I don't see why.

It is, it's amazing.

Yeah, especially the day someone gets

their head ripped off by the train.

- Like the tall guy.

- What tall guy?

Last year a tall kid got killed.

What's up?

He's not coming.

Sh*t. One less.

Why not?

- His father says he's grounded.

- Why?

What for?

I don't know.

What now?

Go try to talk to him.

You go, Alfonso.

I don't even know him.

Sh*t.

You know his name?

No.

All right, fine.

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