Mysterious Skin Page #4

I'll get it in the hall.

Got it.

Brian?

I was just going

to call you.

I found a photo of the boy.

The one from my dreams.

That's amazing.

What are you

doing right now?

Nothing.

There's something

I need to show you.

Something important.

Can you come out here?

Sure.

Hi, honey.

How was work?

F*** you.

I'm so f***in' sick of this

stinky little buttcrack of a town!

Patches, shhh, quiet!

You'll wake Daddy.

Brian!

Thanks for coming.

No problem.

I stole this from the

Hutchinson Chamber of Commerce.

That's him.

The boy from my dreams.

Look at his face.

It's almost like you can

tell he knows something.

What are you doing?

"N. McCormick."

You can start looking for

him first thing tomorrow morning.

Maybe he still

lives in Hutchinson.

Meanwhile, I have to show you

something only you will understand.

I've f***ed every single guy and

his ugly uncle in this podunk town.

Twice.

You want one?

One of us has to drive.

I got a postcard from Wendy.

I think she's mad at me

because I owe her like 3 letters.

Yeah, her last P.S. is...

"Tell Fuckface

to write me".

So you wanna hear

what she says?

"Hey, ass.

So New York is insane and

crazy in the best possible way".

Pardon me.

Can we help you?

I was wondering if I might

buy you boys a drink.

F*** off.

You heard me, fag.

F***...off.

Stuck up little pricks.

Harsh.

Wasn't he kinda your type?

I hate it when they look like

Tarzan and sound like Jane.

Let's get out of

this shithole.

But we just got here!

Patches.

Patches!

Patches, get

away from there!

Farmers have been finding

mutilated cattle like this...

around here for years.

I told "World of Mystery", but

they conveniently edited it out.

Daddy says it's just a bunch

of "Satan worshippers"...

going around chopping up cows.

Ha! Come here.

Let me see your hand.

Feel that?

Its sex organs.

They're gone.

The aliens, they experiment

on cattle because the...

poor things are so defenseless.

Us, on the other hand,

they can't kill us,

so they just leave behind

the hidden memories...

of what they've done.

Which in a way

is almost worse.

Notice anything

else strange?

There's no blood.

They took that, too.

Brian?

Oh, my God, Brian!

Brian!

Here we go.

Oh, my God.

Brian.

Tell him you like it.

Brian!

Oh, Brian, are you okay?

Oh, God.

Brian?

Brian!

Neil. What are you doing?

Come on.

It's 2:
30 in the morning.

You called me

your f***ing...angel.

Are you sure Wendy's going

to meet you at the station?

I don't want you getting

lost in that crazy city.

Ma, you don't have

to worry, okay?

Call me collect the

minute you arrive.

- Promise me.

- Okay.

Promise me, Neil.

Okay.

We should've at least gotten

you a decent hair cut.

I have to take a piss.

Preston?

We'll be right back.

- F***, man!

- What's the matter?

I don't know.

My f***ing dick itches

like motherfucking f***!

What do you want

me to do about it?

Just look down there.

Preston, come on,

help me out here.

What the f***'s

wrong with me?

Dude.

You've got crabs.

I mean, it's no big, man.

You just go to the drug store

and get this stuff called Rid.

You better be

playing safe.

I stay in control.

Honey, your bus is boarding.

Alright.

My baby.

You're all grown up.

You gonna be careful?

Yeah, I will.

You're mine and I love you.

Don't you ever forget it.

Come on.

I'll buy you Dairy Queen.

So what are you gonna

do now that Neil's gone?

- Kill myself, I guess.

- Eric, that is not funny.

Well, I start Hutchinson

Community College next week.

Really?

That's so wonderful.

Pathetic is more like it.

Well, you know you are

always welcome to come over...

to the house, even

without Neil around.

Thanks, Mrs. M. I may

just take you up on that.

You better.

Who the hell is that?

Incognito Boy Scout?

Can I help you?

- Is this your house?

- Yes.

I'm really sorry

to bother you,

but I got your address

out of the phonebook.

I've spent the whole

afternoon checking every...

McCormick in Hutchinson and

you're the last one on my list.

Anyway, I don't

mean to babble...

What do you want?

I'm looking for an N. McCormick.

Are you FBl?

Sorry honey, but it looks

like you are sh*t outta luck.

You mean there's no

N. McCormick living here?

I mean we just put him on

a bus headed for New York City.

I'm Neil's friend, Eric,

and this is his Mom.

"Neil"?

His name is Neil?

Yeah.

I'm Brian.

Brian Lackey.

So you still

haven't written.

Big surprise.

But Wendy says you're

doing okay, which is cool.

I've been wanting to tell

you about this strange guy...

I met 3 weeks ago.

No, we're not f***ing.

Get your mind out

of the gutter, perv.

He's not even gay,

I don't think.

In fact, his vibe is

kinda weirdly asexual.

His name is Brian Lackey.

He lives in Little River

and, like yours truly,

attends Hutchinson

Loser Community College.

Anyways, the day you left...

...your mom and I found him

literally on your doorstep,

looking for you.

He says you and him played

Little League together...

like 10 years ago.

He was the worst player on the

team, blah, blah, blah...

He's full of

questions about you.

But, of course, I

haven't told him much,

i.e. about your

"line of work".

I did say you were

queer like me,

only because I figured

you wouldn't care.

But now, are you ready

for the good part?

He thinks that when you

and him were little...

...you were both abducted

and examined by space aliens.

How brilliant is that?

But he was completely

serious when he told me this.

Like you should've seen

the look in his eyes.

So, what's the story, dude?

Were you abducted

by a UFO or what?

P.S. - Are your crabs gone yet?

- Brian?

- Yeah?

- You have a visitor.

- Hi Brian.

I was just in the neighborhood

and I thought I'd stop by,

see how you're doing.

I'll be in the front

room if you need me.

Thanks, Mom.

Didn't care for that film.

That, I didn't see.

Your Mom doesn't

like me very much.

She thinks I'm trying

to steal you away.

Any luck in your

search for "N. McCormick"?

I met his mom and

his best friend,

but he's in New York right now.

New York. Really?

Here. Sit down.

Had any more of

those dreams?

Yeah.

But they seem to

be slowly evolving.

Maybe it's just because I've

been spending a lot of time...

with Eric, Neil's friend.

But it's becoming clearer

and clearer that he...

Neil that is, is a

key figure in all this.

Like he was there with me

the night it all happened.

I can't.

I can't.

Don't. No.

I can't.

It's okay.

No. No.

Don't.

It'll feel good.

Don't!

I'm sorry.

You better go.

Please.

I'm sorry, Brian.

I pay 120.

Not a cent more.

Okay.

Shall we?

F*** me!

F*** me up the ass with

your hot, teenaged cock!

Wait!

What the f*** are you doing?

Okay.

Whatever.

I'll put it on for you.

There.

Well, come on, stud.

We're on the clock here.

We're not in Kansas

anymore, Neil.

You have got to

be so careful.

I know.

Don't "I know" me,

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