Memoria Page #2

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Pig doing some dancing.

Oh sh*t.

Dude.

It's going all over.

It's going all over.

Break dancing pig.

Get to work.

Hey, Natasha.

Don't you think this kind

of looks like lvan's skin?

Ivan.

Are your balls this pale and dirty, too?

Why don't you just shut up?

Get back to work.

Mr. Cohen?

Yeah.

Miss.

Can you tell him to stop distracting me?

I'm trying to do some science.

Hi, Mrs. Fontaine.

Calm down.

Can I interrupt the class for a second?

What is it, Ashley?

Hi, Ashley.

Calm down.

Are you doing the homework?

Mrs. Fontaine,

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I need to bring Mr. Alex Dratch

to the principal's office.

Oh sh*t.

Mr. Dratch.

Mr. Dratch!

Alex?

Wait.

Please follow Ashley

to the principal's office.

What?

Why?

So, how are you

today, Mr. Dratch?

Suck my dick, Miss Ashley.

Mr. Dratch?

Mr. Dratch?

Ow.

Geez.

Sit down, Alex.

Were you present at the fight that

occurred during break between

Chris Dawson and Ryan Silver?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I was there.

And?

And it was bad.

I don't know.

But you didn't try to stop

the fight from happening.

No.

I mean, not exactly.

You didn't do anything.

Being a bystander is the same as being a bully.

And we have a zero tolerance

policy for that here.

You dropped your pen, sir.

Yeah.

I see that.

So Alex told me that last year

you sharted in science class.

He did not say that!

I swear to God.

Don't try to deny it.

F***ing Alex said that.

He said he was there.

When did he tell you that?

I'm gonna f***ing kick his ass.

Cigarettes make you fart, you know.

You don't want to shart yourself again.

I know you're prone to sharting.

Girls don't fart.

You're aware of that, right?

Yeah they do.

Girls don't fart.

Yes they do.

They don't sh*t.

The only reason that girls have asses...

Girl farts...

Are because they look good.

Girl farts are the worst

'cause they save them up,

you know, for years.

Oh god.

And they finally release them.

I'm gonna call you Sharty from now on.

You're a dick.

Shart face.

I'll call you virgin.

I'm not a virgin.

Virgin something.

I'm not a virgin.

You are a f***ing virgin.

No.

I'm not.

Prove me Wrong on that.

I f***ed a bunch of chicks.

Yeah?

Tell me about the first time you had sex.

No.

I want to know every detail.

And if you don't give me every detail,

you're a f***ing virgin.

Too bad.

And that's gonna be your...

I'm not gonna help you...

Nickname forever.

I'm not gonna help you get

off on my virginity so just...

Gimme a drag of your cigarette.

Have you ever gone down on a girl before?

Of course I am.

I'm the master of that.

Really?

Really?

What's your technique then?

I sing La La Bamba.

You know that song?

You just, you just mouth the words of La Bamba.

La Bamba'?

You know.

Ba Ba Ba la la bamba.

See.

You've obviously never been with someone

who knows the words of La Bamba, or else you'd

be telling me a completely

f***ing different story then.

Yeah.

Really?

So if a guy goes down on

me and sings para la bamba,

my world's gonna change?

If someone la bambas you, you'll sh*t yourself.

Ugh!

Where the f*** do you sit around and come up

with this in your head?

You have no life.

You just sit around and think

of sh*t like this all day.

Think about it while I'm f***ing chicks.

Ow!

Oh sh*t.

You Wanna hit of this?

Hell yeah, man.

Hey.

What's up?

Hey.

Kiss my little buddy, man.

F*** you, dude.

You're f***ing gay.

Get out of my face.

I'm eating.

I am eating right now.

Hey.

Dude.

I f***ing took the hit for

you in Schmidt's office today.

So why don't you shut the f*** up?

It didn't help.

I still got suspended.

Oh.

You got suspended, dude?

Somebody's getting that ass whooped.

Yeah.

Except not you because your morn doesn't really

give a sh*t 'cause she's a stripper.

I saw her dancing, man.

I'd completely f*** her.

Hey.

I'd f*** her too if she wasn't my mom.

What?

Can't say sh*t like that.

Some mother f***ers just cross the line.

All right.

Ivan, I got a big surprise for you.

It's an early birthday present.

Don't bring that sh*t near me, man.

No.

Oh.

Is that gonna fit?

No.

No.

No.

F***.

No way.

No way.

I made it too small.

Smell it.

Damn, Alex.

It looks f***ing nice.

Thank you.

I'll make you one.

Oh.

What's up, man?

Hey, man.

Good.

Shut up, Simon.

You didn't see her dance.

Oh Dickey.

What's up?

What's up, dog?

Yo.

There he is.

Got some sh*t for you guys.

All right.

Oh, sweet.

Some gnarly acid.

Hey.

How much do you want for that?

10 bucks a hit.

All right.

Everyone's got 10?

Oh, sh*t.

That'll do.

Whoa.

Dude!

What the f*** are you doing, man?

Dude.

No.

No.

No.

The whole deal was that

you're driving us tonight.

OK?

So you can't be f***ed up on acid when

you're driving my mom's car.

So you better not f*** it up.

OK?

Man.

F*** you guys.

F*** you.

God!

Sh*t!

F***!

F***!

Chris, what the f***, man?

It's not f***ing funny, dude.

It's my mom's f***ing car.

F***!

F***!

F***!

Sh*t!

F***!

You guys all right?

Hey!

Hey, Max!

Wake the f*** up, man!

Hey.

You all right?

Shut the f*** up.

I don't f***ing know.

Dude, what happened?

I don't f***ing know.

Can someone please just go f***ing check?

Hey dude.

Are you all right?

Your f***ing neck is bleeding.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I just hit my head.

What the f*** did we hit'?

I don't, I f***ing don't know.

Can someone please go check?

Did we f***ing hit somebody?

F*** you!

It's not f***ing funny.

We got in a f***ing accident.

Did you take the f***ing acid?

You're f***ing stupid, man.

You could've f***ing killed us.

Oh my god.

What is it?

What?

Oh sh*t!

F***, dude!

Chill out man.

What happened?

F***!

Oh f***!

No.

God dammit, man.

F***!

F***ing idiot, man.

You're so f***ing stupid.

What the f*** is your problem?

The thing isn't f***ing funny.

It's gonna be f***ing freezing.

Not f***ing funny, man.

The f*** is that?

Oh sh*t.

Oh sh*t.

Was that like a deer or something?

Where did it go'?

So what'd your mom say?

I don't know.

I didn't go home last night.

The f***.

Where'd you go?

I went to the car and slept there.

Did you talk to Ivan today?

Nope.

Why?

Just such a f***ing creep, man.

Whole thing last night's so weird.

Yeah.

Going to Byron's thing?

Hell yeah.

We should go together.

All right.

So John Berryman.

He is what is called a confessional poet.

As an assignment, we're gonna something a little

creative next week.

You will all read his poem Dream Song 29

and then write your own poem in that style.

Your poem must be confessional.

That means something from your own life,

your own individual experiences.

I'm expecting dirt, people.

Do you wanna get out of here after this?

Yeah.

Let's get the f*** outta here.

Hey.

Don't forget.

Dream Song number 29.

It'll be fun.

In your books.

We'll see ya.

Have a good weekend, guys.

Everything all right?

Ivan?

Hey, Ivan!

Ivan.

Mr. Wyckoff?

Hey.

Why'd you ignore me?

You wanna tell me what's going on?

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