SLC Punk! Page #9

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you should f***ing kill her.

She had the right.

She had the right.

It was the agreement.

Should've been more caretul.

That Stevo's got a big heart.

I don't have a big heart, Trish.

I have a heart

the size ot a pea.

It's okay, though.

I mean, you guys are...

You guys are happy.

That's okay.

Please just don't pity me.

Hey, Bob, tell her

I get otf on pain, please.

Yeah, he does, you know.

I've mellowed out a lot,

but Stevo's tuckin' hard-core.

Hard-core or not,

I think he should meet Brandy.

She's having a party

at her parents' next week.

Yeah!

She's a rich girl, dude.

That's okay.

I'm a rich boy, right?

Yeah, but you're

a cool rich boy.

I don't know about that

anymore, but...

Brandy.

That sounds kinda tun.

Yeah?

See?

Nothing.

Miles ot nothing.

Just space.

You could tall in

and never come out.

So it came to this...

a blind date, my first.

What the hell. I didn't want to

let them down. They were good people.

The thing was, I didn't need a date.

I needed an answer.

The year was a waste, all right, but

not the kind of waste I was looking for.

Not a glorious wastefulness filled

with parties and fights and good sex.

No.

Instead...

it was more like the waste...

that is the salt flats.

What are we doing here?

It's his birthday, dude.

Oh, yeah?

How old is he?

I don't know.

I don't think he knows.

He's old, though.

I know that.

You wanna look presentable

for your old man.

Aren't you gonna wake him up?

I don't know.

What do you think?

I don't know, man.

It's your dad.

Yeah, I know. It's just, you know,

he's kinda crazy sometimes.

What do you mean?

I mean, he thinks

the CIA's atter him and stutf.

What the hell do you want?

- What do you want with me?

- Dad, it's me.

It's Bob.

Your son.

Happy birthday.

How do you know it's my birthday?

You people know everything.

What the hell do you want?

I don't know anything.

Now you're in trouble.

This is my house, you dummies.

I was born here! I'm an American!

This is my piece ot the pie!

I don't give a sh*t who sent ya.

I'm gonna blow your goddamn heads ott.

Next time you'd better

bring back the army.

Goddamn CIA.

In all those years

I had never met Bob's dad...

but I suddenly felt

I knew my friend a lot better.

I felt bad for him.

I didn't like that feeling.

He's kind of a lunatic,

you know.

Yeah, I'll say.

Sorry.

Don't be.

It's not your fault.

You're my triend, that's all.

I'm sorry.

It was the last party of my youth

and I was to meet Brandy.

I'm gonna say it right here, people...

Brandy was the woman I was gonna marry.

I didn't know it then.

Didn't even know what she was like.

I wasn't even sure if I was gay,

asexual, a punk, a mod...

my dad, Bob, Sean the beggar.

I didn't know

a goddamn thing that night.

If I knew what was ahead of me,

I may have stayed in bed...

or I may have felt better

about that night.

Life is like that.

We change, that's all.

You see, the guy I am now

is not the guy I was then.

If the guy I was then

met the guy I am now...

he'd beat the sh*t out of me.

Those are the facts.

But still I lied awake.

Was I afraid?

Was I angry?

Or was it just the end?

Hmm?

Was it just the end

and I knew it?

On and on and on

Canadian Club, love

A place in the country

Everyone's ideal

But you are my tavorita

And a place in your heart, dear

makes me feel more

Real

Oh, mother of pearl

I wouldn't change you

for the whole world

Stevo, this is Brandy.

Come on in, you guys.

Drinks in the back.

It was the hardest punch I ever took.

Knocked the wind right out of me.

I was hers.

That was it. One smile.

We got acquainted

as the party raged around us.

I have to ask you something.

Yeah, go ahead. Ask me.

Well, why do you go out ot your way

to look like a bum?

I look like a bum?

Not in a bad way.

I look like a bum

in a good way.

Aren't you, like,

rebelling against society?

Put that simply, kinda, yeah.

Hey, Brandy!

What's goin' on?

- What are you doin' with this f***er?

- Just talking.

Sh*t!

See you later.

You were saying?

Wouldn't it be more

of an act of rebellion...

it you didn't spend so much time

buying blue hair dye...

and going out

to get punky clothes?

It seems so petty.

Stop me it I'm being oftensive.

Oh, no, go right ahead.

It's... No, it's tine.

You wanna be an individual, right?

You look like you're wearing a unitorm.

You look like a punk.

That's not rebellion.

That's fashion.

- Then what's rebellion?

- Rebellion happens in the mind.

You can't create it.

You just are that way.

Right.

How old are you?

I'm 19. What does that

have to do with anything?

Nothing. I was just...

I was just wondering.

What you're basically saying...

is that you wouldn't like a guy like me

because I have silly hair...

and I dress kinda funny, right?

No, not at all.

I like you, actually.

I mean, we just met.

This is my party,

and I'm hanging out with you all night.

Wear what you want.

I don't care about things like that.

I was just posing a theory...

and trying to understand.

So...

then you do like me.

Mildly.

What was I doing?

What was I, an a**hole?

I was in love,

and I just met this person.

I hated her ideas

because they were critical of me...

but I loved her anyway.

It was a curse. No, it was a punishment.

I went with it. We talked all night.

You okay?

I got a headache.

I gotta go to the bathroom.

Bob! How goes it?

What's goin' on?

- I got a f***in' headache.

- I have some pills tor that.

This f***in' music...

No, I don't take pills, dude.

- It's candy.

- They're just vitamins.

Headache in a bottle?

- What'd you do?

- I don't like the mirror.

What happened?

I don't like tucking mirrors!

All right?

- You're drunk, Bob.

- I'm sorry.

What did he do?

He gets crazy when he's drunk,

that's all.

- Everybody out.

- That's it. Party's over.

Out, out, out.

I'm sorry about that window.

I didn't mean to...

I'll buy you a new one.

- No, I'll tell them it was an accident.

- It's seven years bad luck.

No, it's seven years bad luck.

It's seven years bad luck!

All right, I'll take him home.

I'll get him out of here.

Where are we going?

Let's go.

All right, you guys.

Everything's cool.

- Can I call you tomorrow?

- No.

I mean, yeah.

That'd be cool.

Yeah, okay.

Good.

Sorry. I had a great time tonight.

I really did.

Me too.

Great time.

Great party.

Yeah.

How you feeling, buddy?

Dude, I'm not like my dad,

you know.

I'm not gonna cry, dude.

You know what I mean?

Fine. Don't cry.

You think I let him down?

- Think I let my dad down?

- No.

If anything, he let you down.

I wanna marry Trish.

I'm serious, dude.

Yeah, all right.

Come on!

Jesus Christ.

I swear to God,

you're like a high school girl.

Jesus Christ.

Good night, a**hole.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Bobby, get up.

Get up. It's, like, 3:00.

Let's get something to eat.

Oh, f***.

God.

F***in' poser.

Only posers die, you tucking idiot!

Now what am I gonna do

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