Spun

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Spoof. Dope. Crank.

Creep. Bomb. Spank.

Sh*t. Bang. Zip. Tweak. Chard.

Call it what you will.

It's all methamphetamine.

That's what I'm here for.

No, I got it.

I got it, I got it.

I got it. Thank you.

You're very helpful, okay?

Yeah, yeah, and cute.

- Who is it?

- It's Ross.

- Are you by yourself?

- Yeah, I'm by myself.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. I'm by myself.

Yeah, that's it.

Just stay right there.

Get in here. Hurry up.

- How much do you need?

- What you gave me last time was cool.

- How much you want?

- Whatever you got.

You know what?

I lost my sh*t. I have to find it,

so if you don't mind relaxing a little bit?

- No, I can come back.

- No, no. It's okay.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

It's great to see you. Why don't

you sit down and talk to...

To Nikki. Talk to Nikki.

Nikki, this is Ross.

Ross, this is Nikki.

Nice to meet you.

You know Frisbee over there.

What?

- Hey, man.

- What's up?

And you just stay, relax, just sit down

and let me find my sh*t, okay?

So...

...what you looking at?

- I just need a little bit.

- What do you mean? Half or something?

- I don't need that much.

I don't even have that much money.

I just need a dime.

- Oh, I got it.

- I got it.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- Who is it?

- Giggles.

LA Sadgirl.

From Circus Liquors.

- I'm busy right now.

- You're busy? Can we stop by later?

What part of busy don't you understand?

I don't got anything. Goodbye!

- Pinche cabrn!

- Pinche enano.

If Spider doesn't get his sh*t together,

I can probably help you out.

I got it!

No, don't answer my phone.

Don't answer my phone!

Hello?

No. He's unavailable at the moment.

You'll have to call back later.

Much, much later. Later.

Who is it?

It's just me, Spider.

Hey. Go away, fat boy!

- I said, go away, fat boy!

- Okay, okay. I'll see you later.

- Mike, who called on the telephone?

- Why don't you sit down...

...and talk to your friend Nikki.

- Hey, Cookie.

- What's up?

Oh, sh*t. Damn.

- Sh*t. What am I gonna do, Nikki?

- Spider Mike...

...who called on the telephone, please?

Spider Mike went

to Circus Liquor earlier.

Maybe he dropped the dope...

Spider?

Did you ride your bike to Circus Liquor?

You did?

Okay. That's only a block

and a half away.

Why don't you stop freaking out

and backtrack.

- I bet you dropped the sh*t.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- I bet you dropped it on the way back.

You were on your bike,

and you just dropped it.

You know, you're right!

Yeah!

- Yeah, you dropped it.

- Yeah!

- He dropped it.

- I did. I dropped it.

I love this dude.

Suck my cock!

F***, I love this guy.

Michael? Who called

on the goddamn phone?

I don't know, you f***ing a**hole!

Holy sh*t!

- What the f*** is the matter with you?

- You!

What the hell is the matter with you,

you little slut?

Genghis C*nt!

Spider, you son of a b*tch!

Don't you f***ing hit me

with sh*t again!

Look, everybody just stay sitting down.

Nobody goes out...

...and nobody comes in.

You understand?

I saw a lot of cop cars

out there earlier.

A lot of cop cars.

There were a lot of cops

out there earlier.

If you look...

If you look...

Where?

- I don't see anything, man.

- No, if you just look...

- I don't see anything, man.

- No?

- There's nobody there.

- They were there.

Where are they if they're there?

- I don't know.

- Because there's nobody there, man!

Little fuckhead.

There's no piggy scare, you stupid...

You f***!

F***ing relax, all right?

Just stay sitting down, goddamn it!

- I'm sorry.

- F***ing phone!

Nobody moves!

So, Ross. Girlfriend frustrated?

Little unsatisfied?

Can't you keep it hard?

Need a little lift?

- I'm not seeing anyone.

- Who was that April chick...

...waiting in your car when you were

here a week ago?

April and I hook up occasionally,

but she's not my girlfriend.

My girlfriend is out of town,

in the city.

She got a cool corporate job offer

this summer, so she's up there.

Wait. Like, April...

Like, naughty girl, kind of nice girl,

blondie stripper April?

- That April?

- Yeah. How do you know her?

Hello?

Nikki, it's for you.

Hey, baby.

Spider spaced our sh*t off again.

If he doesn't find the sh*t, he'll have

to cough up another 500 bucks.

Just keep your eye on him. I don't

trust that little fag anymore. Yeah.

- How's my baby doing?

- I'm okay, baby.

I just can't wait to get back

to the room, though.

I can't wait to lay

a yard of dick on you, honey.

I love you, baby.

If it's the same April

I think it is...

...then we work together at Jiggles.

Yeah, same April.

Cool.

Those are nice sunglasses.

Let me try those.

Here.

You try mine.

They look nice on you.

Sometimes I wonder if Spider

really loses the sh*t...

...or if he's trying to dick us.

- Dick you?

- Dick my boyfriend, really.

You'd never dick me.

Would you, Ross?

No. No. I'm sorry.

- No.

- You're tense.

- I just want to get hooked up.

- I understand.

That really pisses me off. Spider better

find some f***ing eyeballs quick.

You know this is the third time

he's spaced our sh*t off?

Kill, kill!

Did you find it? Did you find the sh*t?

That's it, man. That's it.

Everybody get out. Come on.

- I'll call you as soon as I figure this out.

- Ross stays.

Please, everybody get out.

Hold on. I just have one more monkey.

I really gotta kill this monkey.

If you say monkey one more time,

I'm gonna shove my hand up your ass...

...and shut your mouth

permanently. Got it?

Now get the f*** out of here.

- He asked me to leave...

- I know.

What are you doing?

He's the last one!

He was the last one!

Fine, man. I'll go to Main Street

and score my sh*t.

Yeah, get your little chicken feed.

I'll go to Main Street

because they have good sh*t.

You like that little chicken feed?

Is that what you want?

Little chicken feed, huh?

You're a f***ing a**hole!

Hey! Hey!

What happened?

Where have you been?

Did you find it?

- I don't know where it is!

- Why not?

If I did, I would have had it on me.

If that was the case,

wouldn't I have walked in with it?

- This is the third time you lost the sh*t.

- That's so f***ing unfair!

You're always blaming me.

You always knock me down.

Maybe if you'd put me up,

I wouldn't be such a fuckup!

Fine!

F***ing...

It's okay.

F***ing shithead! Loser!

F***! Don't call me a loser, Cookie!

Loser!

Frisbee, sex and travel, man.

I told you to sex and travel.

- Take a f***ing hike, you understand?

- It's me.

Oh, hey, man. Hey, man.

Look, I'm really f***ing sorry, man.

I haven't got anything.

Why don't you just split?

F***ing loser. Loser! Loser!

Hey, baby. It's me.

Loser.

You see, your friend out there,

she said that...

That she could hook me up

with her own stash.

What is with you and Nikki?

If she hooks you up with some

of her own personal stash...

...it's not gonna be

her own personal stash.

Yeah. There's this guy here

named Ross, and he's got a car.

- What kind?

- Volvo.

- And what color?

- Brown.

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