SLC Punk! Page #4

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They are always trying to stitt me,

you know?

- Who is?

- Who?

Who? Everybody.

You know I give to everybody, Stevo.

You know that.

And they just go ahead

and try to take whatever they want.

It makes me want to kill...

which I've done in the past,

believe me.

I'm not saying

it makes me a man or anything.

I'm just passing on the intormation.

When did you kill?

In Miami I shot two men.

Why do you think I'm here?

'Cause I love this place?

Salt Lake Shitty?

They tried to rob me,

so I shot them in the head.

You have to put at least one bullet

in the head just to make sure.

Get out ot here.

Come on.

You didn't kill anybody.

F*** you.

You don't believe me, huh?

Well...

- Hey.

- With this.

You want to be a cowboy,

I show you cowboy.

Come on. Just put that thing away.

I hate those things.

Put it away.

I get the joke. Now put it away.

When I was a kid,

my family died in a crash.

- I know.

- You know?

My mother told us to buckle up because

things were going to get bumpy...

so I did.

I looked at her, and she smiled.

And then like this, boom,

the plane was going down.

My dad was next to the pilot,

and he told us not to worry.

But, hey, even at five I knew we had

trouble because the pilot was crying.

So I looked at my sister. She was like,

"Oh, man. We're getting close."

So I looked at my mom again,

and she smiled at me again...

and so this time I smiled.

And then we hit the ground...

and something

came through that plane...

and cut my mother's head oft.

So now this head

was tlying straight at me...

and she never took her eyes

otf ot me.

That's when I passed out.

And when I woke up,

my tamily was all around me in pieces.

I saw my mother's arm,

my sister's leg...

my brother's head...

but I couldn't tind my tather.

I wanted to, though...

'cause I was going to kick

his f***in' dead body.

'Cause he lied.

You know what

I'm trying to tell you, Stevo?

It's so easy,

so easy to get it taken away from you.

And they try...

every chance they get, they try.

It's bad.

I mean, it's really bad.

Do you trust Bob?

Bob? Yeah.

I think he might

have taken my stutt.

Well, he's asleep.

What about when we were upstairs?

He could have taken it then.

Right. Well, I don't think so.

I mean, it's not like Bob.

He's not a thiet.

How do you know? You know what?

I think we should ask him.

No. Hey, Mark. Wait.

Hey, Mark. Come on.

Just chill out, man.

- Oh, Jesus. Hey, wake up.

- Hey, you!

Get up. You have my sh*t!

Put that sh*t away

before I kick your ass, man.

Are you all right?

Get oft my back!

I don't want to hurt you!

Come here!

- What? What?

- Come on. Empty your pockets.

- This is f***ing uncool, Mark!

- We'll see about cool in a minute.

All right. See,

he doesn't have anything. I told you.

- Shut up! Man!

- That's it, dude.

I'm sorry.

- You're sorry?

- Yeah, I just thought you had my sh*t.

Well, tuck you, man!

Hey, don't say that, tuck you.

I said I'm sorry.

- No, f*** you!

- I said sorry!

- Come on, Bob. You're like my brother.

- No. Get away.

- All right. I'm not mad. Yeah.

- You're my triend, huh?

- Give me a kiss.

- All right.

Here you go.

Hey, did I scare you?

It didn't scare me.

It was a joke, you know.

- That's tunny.

- Yeah. Okay.

- Good one, buddy.

- Okay.

- You shot the couch.

- You know what? I buy a new one.

- Oh, there you go.

- I say we go out and steal a car, huh?

- All right.

- Okay? Let's go.

Punk rock. Maybe you should

just leave the gun, though.

So Mark and Bob made up

'cause that's just how Mark was.

What could you do?

Later he stole a car.

Not that he needed a car.

He already had, like, three cars.

But I guess fun is fun.

We drove around for a while,

got stoned... me and Mark.

Bob just drank beers.

We talked and listened to Mark's

nonsense theories about everything.

You know what the funny thing is

about Ronald Reagan?

Actually, it's not that funny because

the poor guy has only one testicle left.

- No sh*t.

- It's true. I saw a picture once.

- F***, dude!

- That explains a lot.

Ronnie.

The world has no way to clean itselt.

That's why there is so much dust.

There is this underground road,

and it leads from Texas to D.C.

You know what?

They smuggle UFOs through there.

It's a bad thing.

Unidentitied tlying objects?

Did you know

that dolphins are man-evolved?

Did you know that?

I saw once a halt-dolphin,

halt-man in Greece.

And as the night closed,

Mark decided to dump the stolen car.

You know, evidence.

Sink.

Sink, you fool!

Hey, why won't she sink?

Well, it's 'cause

it's the Great Salt Lake.

- And?

- Yeah, dude. There's salt in it.

It's, like,

the saltiest lake in the world.

- It makes things buoyant, you know?

- Buoyant. It floats.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Sink, you fool!

You tuckin' stupid

bastard lake! Sink!

- What are you trying to do to me?

- All right. Okay. No, no, no.

- That's okay. Let's go home.

- Guys!

I'm not done with you!

But when all was said and done,

Mark was an okay guy...

and an evening with him

was proof of anarchy.

So we accepted him,

and he came to our parties.

Hey, I'll catch you later,

all right?

Not it I see you tirst.

- I know what you're talking about.

- Excuse me. Can I get through?

- Hey, Jen!

- Oh, I love your house.

Thank you.

Hey, lookit, Jenniter. Lookit.

This is Jenniter.

She's 17. She looks a lot older.

She looks older 'cause this litestyle

really hardens you.

It takes the piss out ot you.

And she's got this brother...

Easy over there!

She's got this brother named Chris.

He's this death rock punk guy,

and he's, like...

I don't know why I'm telling you

about him 'cause you'll meet him later.

Now this girl...

absolutely beautiful, sweet as pie...

is the greatest child

God ever put on this earth...

but you do not wanna mess with her

when she hasn't had her medication...

in a dark, deserted alley.

She will, I repeat,

she will rip your head off.

This girl is a carnivore.

Look. Carnivore.

Be caretul.

Who else can I introduce you to?

- Unbelievable!

- Oh, yeah, baby.

This is Sandy. Oh, my God, Sandy.

I like Sandy.

Now, Sandy has nothing to do

with anarchy in general.

She's just a beautitul,

wonderful, tunny, witty...

Ioving, sexy, tough-as-nails,

a little weird girl...

and I absolutely adore her.

I like Sandy a lot.

This is John the mod.

Now, mods aren't punks.

We get in a lot of spats with mods,

actually, but he's okay.

He's one ot those kind ot guys

goes in between the tribes freely.

Like a diplomat.

- Gandhi!

- He always brings gitts.

- Where'd you get the beer?

- Wyoming. Where else?

This actually needs some explanation.

Beers in supermarkets in Utah is weak.

Three points instead of

the normal six points ot alcohol.

It's the religious intluence,

and it's a pain in the ass.

To me, it makes no sense. It you've got

alcohol, you've got alcohol.

So why three instead ot six?

You know a drunk's just gonna drink

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