Rich Hill Page #2

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he wears shorts.

I guess he's just

crazy like that.

My little, bitty,

baby twin sister.

I'm not that short.

Yeah, you are.

She's just great.

I mean, we have our times

where I'll throw down

and do a little bit of this.

And there's times whenever

she goes...

"Come on,

you wanna tussle?"

I don't know if he thinks

he has something to prove.

I have no clue,

but he's totally changed.

Now he's Mr. Big and Bad

and gonna fight

everybody out there.

Here, baby, tuck it under ya

and then when you sit down

you tuck it under you.

There.

My air is on

and we don't have a dog.

Keep that door shut.

Get out of the kitchen, you'll

eat supper when it's done.

I'm hungry!

How can you be hungry, Pac?

You ate a whole can of raviolis

meant for three people.

So?

I don't think you need

anything else right now.

What do you want?

No.

I said no, get out of my face.

More.

I don't think it's funny.

I don't f***ing care.

Good.

Goddamn!

I never got to have any

dreams or ideals about my life.

I turned 17, moved out

of my mom's house,

started working,

met Jeremy and got married.

I never had a life,

I never had any dreams or hopes.

It just went straight from

being at Momma's house

to being a mother.

I didn't get any

time in between.

Which I don't really regret it,

I don't regret having my kids.

Sometimes I wish I would

have had time

to grow up a little bit more.

Instead of just being thrown

from being 17

to boom, you're an adult now.

But I made it.

Not always made

the right choices,

but I made it.

Get out of my freaking room!

Keep this outta here!

Shut up!

Get out of my room then.

Beat feet, hit bricks.

I was not playing with you!

Come to think of it I think

we might need

some barbecue sauce.

Do we have barbecue sauce?

Got some.

Yeah, nevermind.

We got barbecue sauce.

I been back and forth

from Mom to Dad.

All right, bye.

But like, finally

I just told Dad, like,

I didn't like his wife.

So he kinda gave me

the opportunity

to go live with Grandma.

Grandma?

While you're, while you're out

will you get me either

a four pack of regular Monster

or a two-,

two mangoes?

No.

Do, you could get mango

on food stamps.

Yeah, but I only have like

two-hundred dollars.

Two-hundred dollars

to hold us over.

Now, that's not much for

everybody to last a week,

if not longer.

Just please try to get one,

love you, bye.

I don't know. Bye.

Man.

I wish I di-, kept my change

that I gave her back

the other day.

I would have kept that

and got me one.

'Cause I'm tired,

I wanna go to bed.

Sorta.

There's just half a day left,

though.

I'm not happy.

I'm a demented little kid.

Well, not little.

'Cause I got

a pretty big stomach,

but I'm not little,

but I'm not huge.

You gonna lay there

and go to sleep?

Probably.

He has absolutely no patience.

Like, five minutes to us

seems like an hour to him.

And I don't know, you know,

what it is

that makes him that way.

He didn't used to be

quite like that.

And he flares up real easy.

Mostly to me, I think.

Because we kinda, you know,

battle back and forth

and everything and I can

say one word

and he'll take it wrong,

you know?

So then he's mad.

But he's gotten pretty demanding

and stuff like that.

You wanna go see

my new knife now?

Not right now.

I got one.

Mhmm.

Quit it.

It's stuck.

Oh, I need butane

and cigarettes.

You already mentioned that

about four times.

Okay.

At least I got it

in your system.

Like I said, I don't know

about the butane.

Harley.

What?

Quit pounding.

What?

Shhh.

Told you about that.

Okay!

Get crunk.

I'll just get the cheap ones.

Dude.

Hey, man, I'm trying to find

something that's 15 cents.

Then I'll buy it.

You light it, run like hell,

and yeah, it makes one of those.

All right,

there's your synthetics.

You guys have a good day

and have fun.

All right, dude, you gotta

give me one package.

Yeah, give me one, too.

Give me one.

Here, I'll race Wesley.

To what?

The stop sign.

On your mark, get set, go!

Hey, I got boots on.

Hey.

All right, lay down.

Lay down.

There, I laid down.

Turn off that light.

The other light,

I have a cigarette.

Are you f***ing asleep?

Yes!

No.

Please?

Okay, all right.

Get up on your pillows.

There you go.

There.

Just because you owe me.

I don't owe you anything.

Yes, you do.

She's on this

medicine, you know,

sleeping medicine

and it puts her out.

But, yeah.

She's always cooped up

in the house in her room

watching TV or something.

And I wish that she could

actually be there

to experience the world,

you know?

All right, here we go

moment to go, get on in,

got two pies left.

Here we go...

Who give a 100 dollar bill

there for Randy Bloomfield.

Hundred dollar bill there.

Two hundred dollar now,

gonna get three hundred.

Gonna get three.

Five, six.

Don't let him run away with it!

Fourteen, fifteen, we're

getting close to the record.

Nineteen hundred now, 2,000!

I got 2,000 now, looking at 21,

28, now nine, now nine,

3,000, 3,000,

3,000!

We all know that records

are made to be broken.

We got four more pies here.

If we can break that

four more times

then wouldn't nobody

challenge Rich Hill would they?

Let's go after them.

It's not fair.

F***ing idiots didn't even

give me a straw.

You're lucky you got the pop.

Keep bitching and

I'll throw it away.

How could I drink a pop

without a straw?

You gonna push me?

No.

Shut up about it.

We did good, girls.

High five.

High five.

Once I finally got here and

actually started helping.

Now we'll get

all this sh*t taken home,

get all these people taken home,

I'll go up and get lunch,

we'll veg out while we eat lunch

and then my kids are gonna

start deep cleaning.

This straw sucks,

I've broken it.

No, that's how it was

whenever I got it.

You can have my straw.

Thank you.

I just want a straw.

Sh*t.

You're gonna finish your room,

the boys are gonna

do their room.

What the f***?

This is disgusting.

Can someone help me with this?

Tara, I have

no f***ing room to clean.

Yeah, I'm gonna laugh

when you get in trouble.

All the chores are done?

That's why we're all

out here playing?

Appachey!

He's in the shed, Mommy!

I can't clean 'cause

there's baskets everywhere.

You can clean.

You can put this stuff back

where it goes, now.

I can't, Mom,

there's baskets everywhere!

There's not baskets by the wall!

What am I supposed to

do with it?

Get it picked up.

Mom, I, I can't

move both couches

'cause there's sh*t everywhere.

So move the f***ing baskets.

Where am I supposed to put them?

In here!

Where does it look like

I'm putting them?

The whole goddamn couch

on top of them.

I f***ing do it

and everybody starts

f***ing acting stupid.

F***ing ridiculous.

No one wants to listen.

I would get a bag and start

picking up the trash

on the floor.

I'm tired of spending

my f***ing days off

doing this sh*t.

No one will f***ing do

what they're told to do.

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