SLC Punk! Page #7
Oh, hey, this is Sandy.
Sandy, this is Sean.
Sean, this is Sandy.
- Hi.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.
- Likewise.
- So, what you been doing with yourselt?
Oh, man,
I'm a f***ing beggar now.
It f***ing sucks.
- Wow. You should get a job.
- I tried that.
I f***in' tried that. Okay?
I gotta go.
- Can I help you?
- Yeah. I called about the job.
- You called?
- Yeah. I wanna sell clothes.
Women's clothes.
I don't know.
Have you had experience?
- With what?
- Women's clothes.
What the f*** would I be doing
in women's clothes?
What do I look like, a transvestite?
I'm not no tuckin' transvestite!
No, no, no.
I mean, have you ever worked in retail?
You know, selling... clothes.
If I was selling clothes already,
I really don't think this is the right
way to start a working relationship.
You got a real bad attitude, lady.
In tact, I don't even want your job.
I don't care how much you'd pay me,
'cause I got integrity.
In-tuckin'-tegrity!
It's, like, impossible.
It's, like, the hardest thing.
- There's nothing out there tor me.
- That's really tough.
I'm a bum now.
That's what I do.
- Here, man.
- Oh, hey.
Thanks.
- What about your parents?
- My parents?
Oh, you mean my mom.
My mom is scared of me.
She won't even let me in the house.
It's not like I killed anybody
or hurt anybody, you know.
- It's just, she's scared.
- Yeah.
I couldn't even look at the guy.
I felt a pain in my stomach.
I didn't like it so I turned my back,
just like everybody else.
- I'll see you guys in the rebound.
- On the rebound.
Right.
On the rebound.
It really f***ed me up.
Not Sean, but turning my back.
Ignoring the truth.
So what'd I do? I dropped acid
with Sandy in Highland Park...
as to further ignore the truth.
This sh*t is good. I got it trom Trish.
Trish got it from Mark.
That's a weird couple...
Bob and Trish.
- Do you think they're in love?
- Don't know.
I'll have to ask them that.
- It's weird.
- What's that?
The park is so dead.
- This town is dead.
- It's what?
It's dead.
Dead, dead, dead, dead.
Maybe we're dead.
Wouldn't that be nice?
That's the canyon where the devil
worshipers go. You wanna check it out?
Look at the colors!
You know, before the...
You know, before the...
before the Mormons
settled this valley...
this is where
the Donner Party came through.
- The cannibals?
- Yeah, the cannibals. Two families.
The head of the one tamily was right.
He said, "We should go south.
We shouldn't go over the mountains.
We should go down around the Sierras
and get to California."
They got in a tight, and this guy killed
one ot the members ot the Donner Party.
There was a raging battle.
They kicked him out. Outcast.
By himselt, alone in the wilderness.
He did it. He went around the Sierras
to Calitornia by himself.
Alone in the wilderness,
to be by himselt.
That guy came back
and saved the Donner Party's ass...
when they got snowed in.
Stevo! Come here!
Help me. I'm dying.
Feel me. Look.
I'm right here.
I'm right here.
Feel me.
Do you feel me?
That's it.
They just threw him out
for him to die.
They threw him out while they're
sitting there eating themselves...
I can see everything!
What the tuck is happening to me?
- No, I'm not.
- Yes, you're dying.
Why are you always dying?
Why is everyone dying?
I think the world will really end.
- Why do you say that?
- There's no place else for it to go.
You're right.
But when's it gonna end?
- That I can't tell you.
- No, that you must tell me.
I can't.
Come on, little cookie surprise.
Come with us!
- Please tell me.
- I can show you.
It's beautitul, right?
As beautiful as it can be...
I guess.
Beautiful like you.
- You wanna see something else beautiful?
- Sure.
Beauty's the end, Stevo.
The end.
The question lingered in my mind
about Bob and Trish... were they in love?
- So I thought I'd just ask outright.
- You guys in love?
- Who?
- You and Trish.
Oh. Uh, I don't know.
- I'll have to think about that.
- It's not really a thinking question.
Well, you know, I...
I worship her and all.
She's like a goddess.
It she died, I'd die.
It she told me to cut otf my left arm,
I'd probably do it.
It she told me to lick a cop's a**hole,
I'd probably do it.
All right, all right, I get it.
Yeah, I guess I love Trish.
It's weird, man.
I never thought I'd fall in love.
I was just wondering.
I always thought
you were a poser.
Why am I a poser?
Only posers tall in love with girls,
so you're a poser.
- Fine. I guess I'm a poser.
- That's what I just said.
I don't really think
you're a poser.
- I was just bustin' on you.
- I know, I know.
I didn't think
you thought I was.
Where were we going?
I mean, really, what was happening?
This lite, it was crazy.
And I felt tired.
Haltway through the season,
inside I was so tired...
and I had this wave ot melancholy...
just, like, sweep through me...
and this impending sense...
that my philosophies... anarchy...
was talling apart.
What do you do when your foundation
talls apart? I don't know.
They don't teach you that
in school.
Then there was this party
at Chris's.
Chris lived on the outskirts ot town,
in suburbia, surrounded by Mormons.
His house was like a commune.
I told you about Chris earlier.
At that tirst party
he had that sister Jenniter, red hair.
Remember her?
Really sexy. Carnivore.
You remember, right?
This is Jen.
- Stevo, how you doing?
- Great. How you doin'?
Great. Great. I'm really doing...
I'm really doing well. Really.
- God, what are you on tonight?
- Nothing. That's exactly my point.
I stopped taking my medications,
and everything feels so much better.
Chris told me to stop taking them
'cause then I would believe in God...
and I would dissolve.
So I stopped,
'cause I'm really superstitious.
Everything is so much clearer
right now.
- Seriously. So pure.
- Right.
This is Jen,
looking a lot like Ophelia tonight.
Chris's house was like a commune.
All the regulars were there.
Freaky Deaky,
Bob was hanging out with Trish.
Then there was Mike. He was quiet
all night. Sat in the corner.
This vibe was going on. Strange night.
Stevo, I see things clearly,
like my brother sees them.
- Where's your brother?
- Downstairs talking.
They talk all the time,
and it's so lame...
- I wanna go talk.
- No, no, no, no.
Definitely a hippie.
Hey. There you go.
I can't tell you
how good it is to see you.
My heart
has been so heavy, Stevo.
That's a mighty nice hookah.
I've been trying to get stoned,
but it won't happen.
I've been smoking
since I was born.
Why'd you tell Jenniter
to get oft her medication?
She is completely out ot her mind
when she's otf her medication.
Isn't she beautiful?
Have you seen her gown?
That's my sister.
She's not a Lithium Barbie doll.
- She needs to be who she is.
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