Monumental Page #6

Where you were,

what you were doing.

I didn't understand how

someone could not want

their own son.

I used to wish

that you were dead.

'Cause at least then

there was a reason

that you weren't calling me.

Then I found out you were alive.

So I had to come

up with new reasons

that you wouldn't call.

I used to think about it,

I'd sit there and imagine

you'd met this new woman.

You got married and you

had a family, new kids.

And there's this beautiful

house on a sunny day,

and it's your new

son's birthday.

And it made you think of me.

So you'd sneak inside

and you'd try to call me.

And right before I could

pick up your new wife

would come in and she'd

stop you and you'd have to

hang up.

F***, every time someone

called and hung up

I thought maybe it was you.

It never was, was it?

- I wanted to call you, son.

- You wanted to call me?

Well what a f***ing relief.

You know what I do when

i want to talk to my son?

I pick up the goddamn

phone or I go see him.

- You have a son?

- Yeah, I do.

And he's the most important

thing in the world to me.

- What's his name?

- You don't get to know that.

You know why?

Because you'll never

f***ing see him,

and you will never

f***ing talk to him.

But what you need to know

is that I will be there

every single day for

him until they put me in

the ground 'cause that's what

a real f***ing father does.

- Well congratu-f***ing-lations.

Huh?

Ain't you a peach?

What do you want

me to do boy, huh?

Throw you a goddamn parade?

- I want you to sit

there and finish drinking

yourself to death.

- Clayne!

- I was just a

little f***ing kid!

Why the f*** would

he not want me?

What the f*** did I do?

Why the f*** didn't he want me?

Why the f*** did he not want me?

Why, I didn't

f***ing do anything?

Just a f***ing kid!

F***ing little.

- I'm sorry.

I'm here for you, alright?

Come here.

Love you, man.

You're a better man than

that, you know that?

Alright?

Love you, man.

- clayne.

- Are you sure?

- Absolutely, man.

That sh*t I said about

her not being your mother,

that's bullshit.

She raised you like

you were her own.

We're brothers, man.

- What the f*** was that?

- Oh sh*t.

Oh, f***.

Think I blew a tire.

- F***.

This is unbelievable,

GPS is coming in and out,

I can't get no

reception right now.

- Dude, nothing

would work out here.

I think this is a bad idea.

- Well what else do

you want from me?

I don't, you know, seriously?

- If we stayed on the

highway we might see somebody

coming by.

This way, there's nobody that

way and I remember it was

like 100 miles to.

- Seriously, like five miles

or so there was a little

gas station rest stop.

I don't wanna sit

there and wait.

- I don't feel like getting

murdered and raped today, man.

- Nobody wants to get home more

than me right now, alright?

Please.

This is the fastest

way, I promise.

Come on, GPS, it keeps

coming in and out, man.

Said like five miles

or something last time

and we've walked at least

a half mile from there.

Check your phone.

- Are you joking?

Okay, yeah.

Spock?

Okay yeah, you got us?

Okay, yeah.

- That's a good one.

I've no time to joke,

i need to get home.

- Change mine to a bean burrito.

Tell sulu to quit

humping my plant.

- That's really gonna help

us, that's really good.

Here comes a Van.

- What?

- Van.

Hey!

- Man, that's

not a good idea.

- Not a good, man, seriously,

you wanna stand out

here and you're sitting

here whining about this,

let's go, wave him on.

Yo!

Come on, what are you afraid of?

Thanks for stopping, guys.

- Looks like you two

are in big trouble.

- Uh yeah actually our rv

broke down a couple miles back

on the highway.

- How?

- Oh, good evening sir.

- No, how did it happen?

- Oh, I thought you

guys didn't, you know.

- We just, we blew a tire.

Back on the highway.

- Very unlucky for

you, white man.

- Yes, your people have

raped and murdered our people

for far too long.

Now we are going to

return the favor.

- What?

- Oh, okay, take it

easy man, we don't even

have any money.

- Money, money cannot buy

back what the white man

has stolen from us.

The only payment we

want now is blood.

- Whoa whoa whoa.

- What the f*** is that man?

Come on.

- Come on, guys.

- Holy sh*t, the only

payment we want is blood?

Oh man that's so f***ing good!

- Are they serious?

- Awesome.

- We're just kidding,

we're just kidding.

- My heart is like

pumping right now.

- So can you guys help us, or?

- I'm just messing

with you, I'm Jack.

- Steve.

- This is bill.

- Little nervous with

that but nice to meet you,

that's good, that's good.

- Get in the shaggin' wagon,

we'll take you to town,

alright?

- Woo.

- Guys, it's cool, we're

not gonna rape you.

- Awesome.

Comforting.

- They seem pretty good,

they seem pretty harmless.

- Yeah, it's your

idea, get in the Van.

- Well come on if you're

gonna come with us,

I gotta catch the new south

park anyways so let's go.

- Got it?

- Gotta fix that door.

- Yeah, well it's on our

to-do list, we'll get to it.

- Thanks boys, appreciate it.

- Hey, make sure to Facebook me.

- Absolutely.

- Thanks again, both

of you guys, seriously.

- Yeah, no problem.

- Us white folk owe you one.

- Think you owe

us more than one.

- Hey ho!

- Sh*t.

- Nah but in all

seriousness it's nice to see

that not everyone's forgotten

about honoring those

that came before us.

Dorothy'd be proud.

Take care of yourselves,

have a blessed journey.

- Dude, why didn't

you wake me up?

- You were sleeping like a baby.

I gotta check on the rv anyway.

- What'd they say?

- It's not good.

Expensive ass tow, tire

repair, we're not gonna

have enough to get home, man.

I dunno, sucks.

- F***!

- Yeah, we are f***ed.

- F***, I'm sorry.

I know this is on me, I know

i cost you a lot this trip.

- It's fine.

- No, I swear to god I'm

gonna pay you back, and curt.

- I'm not worried

about that right now.

I just wanna find a way to

get f***ing home right now.

- We'll get you home.

And I know you're not

worried about this,

but I need you to hear me.

All the sh*t we gone

through on this trip,

all I've been able to

think about is my boy,

and he deserves better

than I had and he's gonna

f***ing get it.

All this other sh*t, it's done.

It's him and Lisa,

that's it for me.

I'm gonna go home, I'm

gonna finish that training,

I'm gonna get one of those

jobs you keep hounding me

about, okay?

I swear to god, man.

- Alright, that's good.

Let's just reroute ourselves

and find a f***ing way home.

The motel guy told me that

hoover dam's 40 miles from here.

We head there, head to la,

shoot straight up the coast,

I don't know what

we're gonna do.

- Well when's curt's birthday?

- Tomorrow.

F***.

That's why I'm so

f***ing stressed out.

- La's done.

If the hoover dam's right

there like he's saying,

we scoot over, we

spread some ashes,

and then we f***ing burn

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