Ken Park Page #3

That's some gangster sh*t.

He's like the thug on your block.

-ls he a drunk?

-What the f*** does he do?

-He drinks.

-What did he do, roller-skate?

He's a f***ing alcoholic

motherf***er chump ass b*tch.

Did you slap him or what?

He slapped me, man!

I had to get up in his face though.

Motherf***er tried to swing

some punches.

I told him to hit me again.

What are you gonna do?

I sure don't like being here

with a Jew.

He's a sensitive guy.

Just let him be.

Sensitive guy...

he's a sensitive guy.

That's a good excuse. "Just let him

be a f***ing sensitive guy."

It pisses me off. You can pick your

friends but you can't pick family.

F*** them, man, they're nuts.

F*** that punk.

My mother don't do sh*t.

One day I'm going to

f***ing flip out, go insane.

He'll get his f***ing sh*t.

He's doing drugs.

-Hanging out with weird kids.

-No, he doesn't do drugs!

I can smell it on his clothes

when he comes in.

-He's smoking...

-I can't smell it.

He's smoking dope.

He hangs out with those skate kids,

that's the weirdest bunch of

shitheads I ever saw.

I'm gonna get the f*** out,

get my own apartment.

You should move in here, dude.

-Yeah?

-Serious.

It's like 350?

It's like $100 together

with utility.

Sh*t, I should move in here.

This sh*t's tight, a little dirty

but f*** it, know what I'm saying?

Get the f*** out of that place!

I love her for the woman she is.

He's kicking.

Maybe he doesn't like beer.

You don't have no respect

for anything.

Marriage, this country, anything.

Go back to Africa.

He's strong.

This one better look like me.

This one better look like me.

What's the matter with my look?

You got one for you,

now I need one for me.

What?

I can not change

andl will not change.

Claude looks like a girl,

he looks just like you.

Sh*t, he'd probably

wear your clothes.

God.

I like sensitive pretty boys.

Well, you certainly got one.

But I also like them

big and beefy.

I like them just like you.

Come on.

Come on.

Don't do that, you tickle me.

God, you look like,

you look like Claude, sh*t.

All he does all day

is drink f***ing beer.

-Sits around all day drinking beer.

-He don't got a job?

F*** no, he got fired

a couple months ago.

But it's always been that way.

Why don't you f***ing hit him back?

Yeah, right.

Why the f*** not? One of my mom's

boyfriends started beating her

and I f***ing just picked up a

bottle and busted it over his head.

Got glass in his f***ing eyes.

I didn't give a f***.

-What happened to your dad?

-Kind of like us.

He was just kicking it, the cops hit

him up and pretty much framed him.

He went to prison, he'd never been

to jail or anything.

He stayed there for like

three and a half years.

He came out and tried to straighten

his life out, got us apad and sh*t,

after that sh*t just fell apart,

drinking, turned into a diabetic.

He didn't take his insulin.

So he got f***ing sick, hospital,

went into a coma for 6 months,

the doctors were saying

he's not gonna make it.

One day he just opened his eyes

and was like what is f***ing up.

He started kicking it, started

getting better, I talked with him.

In 5days he knew everything that

was going on. Couple months went by,

he was ready to come home in 3 days,

learned how to walk and everything

then all of a sudden he just

f***ing slid back in the coma

and then just right after that

he was f***ing gone, you know?

Now it's like,

it kind of puts me

in a shitty situation.

Just seeing f***ing different guys

coming in the house, you know.

Just f***ing try to work sh*t out.

Now I see f***ing kids out with

their dad, kicking it with friends.

Family dinners and sh*t, I don't

have any of that sh*t any more.

Just f***ing go home, mom's working,

clean up the house, do the yard,

whatever needs to be done.

You know?

You know,

f***ing try to appreciate your dad.

They're always a**holes and sh*t

but besides that they're still

f***ing there to take care of you.

I've got a surprise for you.

Peaches' report card.

She got...

I forgot my glasses.

I left them in the car.

She got five A's and one B plus.

The B plus was in English.

Peaches is such a good girl.

Maybe I should do something good

for her today, huh?

She looks more like you every day.

God bless you.

Can't we do it normal?

No.

Come on.

Not so tight!

You're killing my circulation.

Shut up,

stop complaining.

Don't worry,

daddy's at the cemetery.

Jesus Christ!

Sh*t!

F***!

Do you want me to f*** you?

Yes.

Say it.

F*** me!

What else do you want me to do?

I want you to do everything.

You want me to suck your cock?

Yes.

Open your mouth.

-What?

-Open your mouth.

Peaches!

Peaches!

God.

Sh*t!

F***!

Oh my God.

I didn't do anything!

Please!

Daddy, what are you doing?

Let him go!

Nice game, honey.

Love you.

Hey, where were you today?

Ditching again?

I woke up late.

F*** it, I stayed home.

You miss so much!

I'm gonna start coming.

Miss Reeves was all

asking about you.

"Yeah, well he's never here,

he's failing the class..."

-You'll have to take summer school.

-F*** that!

-You missed the best fight.

-Oh, yeah!

You know JJ?

He's in our woodshop class.

He like punched this retarded kid

for running over his...

-You want bananas on your sandwich?

-No.

You don't want any nannies?

-No.

-That's my favorite part.

Did you remember

to clean your room?

You did?

Okay, well if you finish that up

we'll go to ballet.

-No.

-Zoe.

I'm getting a little tired

of this "no" thing.

One of these days you're going

to have to learn to say yes!

-Hey.

-Hey.

You're home really early.

We finished early and had

ameeting and I just left.

Everything okay?

Yeah, fine.

I just wanted to come home.

Well, yeah.

I love having you home.

It's a good surprise.

No, come on, you're going

to mess my makeup.

Come on, stop.

Stop.

Come on, Zoe.

We're so late. Let's have you

eat your sandwich upstairs.

Do you want pigtails for class?

Yeah, that'd be cute.

Hey Zoe, would you like

to watch a video?

-The one with all the songs?

-No.

"No" is the word of the day.

Come on, baby, this is

the worst time, seriously.

It's the worst time again.

-Didyou pick up the dry cleaning?

-No.

Well, we'll pick it up now.

Wanna finish doing mommy's makeup?

Cause daddy messed it, huh?

Don't.

-Why not?

-My parents will see.

And also my neighbors, a**holes.

They tell my parents my every move.

-Hi, dad.

-Hey.

Hi, Bob.

Hey, you wanna come over tomorrow

and watch the game?

Come on, Rhonda's

whipping up abrisket.

I wish I could,

but I promised my mom

I'd help her Saturday.

-Hi, guys.

-Hi, mom.

Hi, Rhonda.

Hey, we're gonna take off.

I invited Shawn over tomorrow

for lunch and the game.

Oh, great, are you coming?

You should.

I don't know,

let me talk to my mom.

Okay, we'll leave an open

invitation like always.

-Thanks.

-You want Shawn for lunch tomorrow?

No.

-I'll call you when I get home.

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