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he'd wake up in the morning,

and he'd come in my bedroom...

or bring me into his bedroom...

and he would kiss me

and touch me and...

and make me play with him and...

And, you know, at first,

l was real scared.

l didn't know if it was right...

but he would tell me

that we were having fun...

and what we were doing

wasn't wrong...

because he was my dad.

You guys didn't get very many

this time.

Yeah. lt's a scarce count.

Let's see.

Twelve, twelve and a half.

l'll give you thirteen.

lt's gettin' crazy, 'cause

things are startin' to thin out.

You know you guys

got some competition out there?

-What? Who?

-Jarrod.

-Who?

-Jarrod Wiggley.

You know the kid

that lives over by the school?

The one who takes care

of his grandmother?

l know that kid. He used to have

a sister in my class...

but she moved.

Her name was June Wiggley.

We used to call her June bug.

And l noticed something else.

The cats that's usually

out by the garbage cans...

they're not around anymore.

And the Chinese restaurant--

you know the one

that buys all my stuff?

The guy that owns it

had a heart attack and died...

so l guess they're getting ready

to go out of business.

l'm pretty smart,

if l say so myself.

Why is that?

This afternoon,

we walked into a fruit store...

and the clerk thought

l was some out-of-town hick.

''Those apples will be

two bucks each,'' he tells me.

That's where l outsmarted him.

l hand over a five...

And as he's about to give me

a dollar change, l say...

''Keep it. We're even.

''On the way in,

l stepped on a grape.''

You want this

by the cat or by the pound?

Don't matter.

l'll give you

a dollar a pound, then.

Hey, uh...

could you hook me up

with some glue?

What kind you want?

Not wood glue.

Not cement glue, either.

Do you have butcher's

model glue, in tins?

Yeah. l'm gonna go get it, man.

Who was it?

Who killed that little baby cat?

-Joseph.

-Was it?

Yeah. lt was ate up

with maggots, though.

They had to kill it.

They're just strays.

All these cats around here

have twenty babies.

Little bitty old black cat.

He wasn't about this long.

We was trying to figure out

how to make it stay away.

Couldn't do it. He said,

''Give me a bottle of gasoline.''

He opened its mouth up

and poured it full of gasoline.

Get that son of a b*tch. l ain't

never seen that cat since.

Lit it. Poured gas down it.

Poured gas down it, man,

and lit it.

l ain't never killed nothin'...

just to be killing it,

besides that cat.

He lit a cat on fire

for six hours.

Boom ! Boom !

No, l seen somebody put one

in a microwave.

That motherf***er melted.

They got me for a damn BB gun.

You shouldn't have pulled it

on that girl.

l didn't pull it on that girl.

You're crazy!

You're crazy, man.

You're crazy, man.

l didn't pull that BB gun out.

When l went to jail, they put us

in the old juvenile...

because the jails were so full.

lt was one little room...

with a big old silver hard bed

on a brick wall.

There was eighty-five people

in the same cell with us.

Worst thing l hate about it

was them n*ggers down there.

l--God, boy, hey, mmm.

They make me so mad, l just want

to tear their head off.

l hate the motherfuckers.

l just don't like 'em.

You got them all. lf you

hit one, you get them all.

They have ten

to every one of you.

-They ain't gonna fight fair.

-Unless you got n*gger buddies.

That's it. lf you got

some good Latin buddies...

l had some good--some good

n*gger friends at Pearl.

Solomon...

did your mom find a new house?

l saw a house yesterday...

near my house.

l think it was this lady's.

l saw a sign, ''for sale.''

lt had a bullet hole

in the mailbox.

A hole?

A big old hole.

l think my brother shot it down

when l was younger.

l think it was him.

He always used to say...

Roy Orbison

liked to shoot at things.

Roy always wore

these dark sunglasses.

My brother always wore

the same kind of sunglasses.

He sang that song ''Crying.''

You know that song?

What?

That song ''Crying.''

Cryin'

Over you

Cryin'

Over you

My brother

used to sing ''Crying.''

Where is he now?

My brother?

He's in the big city.

He took off in a bus.

He was a queer.

He's a queer now.

Your brother is?

Yeah. He dressed like ladies.

He wore skirts and lipsticks.

He wore stockings, eyeliner.

He even has b*obs.

Girl?

Pretty much.

Was he pretty?

l don't know. l guess so.

l guess he was pretty.

Pretty enough

to have a boyfriend.

Cops

will frickin' catch your ass.

F*** the cops!

l know, man.

Cops can kiss my ass.

All they are is a**holes.

l know, man.

What's the matter with them?

They mad 'cause

we get more p*ssy than they do?

Damn you, rabbit!

You smell like f***in' piss!

You can kiss my ass!

l hate the goddamned rabbit.

F***in' rabbit!

Kill his ass!

l don't like rabbits

comin' to my f***in' house.

l kill them.

l got 'im.

-No, you didn't!

-Yes, l did!

He looks like a queer rabbit!

All queer!

That fag! He can kiss my ass!

Rabbits are queers!

They always got to sh*t

on themselves!

Ah, those little queer-ass

rabbits.

Hey, look at these little fag

bunny ears.

F***in' rabbit.

l'm sick and tired of it.

-This shitty-ass rabbit stinks!

-l know.

He smells like p*ssy!

He smells like an a**hole!

Hey, motherf***er!

Smells like wetback dick!

They smell like

a pound of bullshit!

ls it dead?

l don't know,

but l'm gonna make sure.

-l wonder if he's dead.

-Got some big-ass nostrils.

Hate f***in' rabbits.

l wonder if he's got any money.

Check his pockets.

Don't even got

that much meat on him.

Got too much grease on my gun.

-That rabbit can kiss my ass.

-Come on, let's go, man.

Who gives a sh*t about rabbits?

A, B, C, D, E, F, G

H, l, J, K, L, M, N, O, P

Q, R, S, T, U, V

W, X, and Y and Z

Now l know my ABCs

Next time,

won't you sing with me?

A, B, C, D, E, F, G

H, l, J, K, L, M, N, O, P

Q, R, S, T, U, V

W, X, and Y and Z

-Ellen, how you doing?

-Hey.

What's up with you?

You good?

He got a haircut.

He looks pretty.

His thighs are getting stronger.

Eddie!

Hi, Dot. Hi, Helen.

My backhand really sucks.

-No, it doesn't.

-Yeah, it does.

l think your playing

looks much better.

l got second

in the tournament last week.

-Really?

-Yep. My serve got faster.

lncreased by eight percent.

l can hit a ball

up to sixty-five miles an hour.

You got that way

from practicin'?

No. l got this thing

called A.D.D.

lt's an attention disorder.

lt affects the nervous system.

Makes it hard to concentrate.

Makes it hard?

Makes it hard, 'cause, like...

before l knew l had A.D.D...

l wouldn't really

go for the ball...

l wouldn't run the extra mile.

Yeah, but it's hard to explain.

l take ritalin,

this kind of prescription drug.

lt's not like a drug

that fucks you up.

lf anything,

it makes you normal.

He just likes to go out

with skinny girls.

-How do you know?

-l just know.

Who told you?

His last girlfriend

used to be anorexic.

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