Spun Page #7

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- Yeah. She split?

- She's gone.

She said she might come back.

Hey, they always spin their way back,

you know?

What do you want?

I thought I saw that guy.

Where is that pinche puto?

I don't know, but you better leave.

He could still be close by.

- Can I have a beer?

- Oh, f***, yeah.

- Did he leave? He better watch himself.

- Holy f***!

That's f***ing April!

I bet you that f***ing b*tch

is afraid, huh?

And she's with

my f***ing dyke neighbor!

Get out of here!

Hey, f*** you!

- You don't need nothing?

- We don't need nothing from you.

Who you gonna get it from then, huh?

Spider Mike?

The pinche maricn

was raided last night.

He got raided?

I told you once already, just leave.

You better leave...

...or there'll be trouble.

- Right.

- Take your cigarettes and just go.

- F*** the smokes!

What I want is respect

from you b*tches!

Respect is earned, mud flap.

Screaming at these women

is no way to earn any respect.

These aren't women.

These are my f***ing b*tches, b*tch!

Man, look at that. Some of them dykes

are pretty goddamn good, huh?

- You girls okay?

- Yeah.

I don't like resorting to violence,

but men, they're evil.

They need healing.

- Here's for the beer.

- Okay.

- Have a nice day.

- You too.

Hey, want a bump?

- Yeah, I need that right now.

- There you go.

So Spider got busted.

Yeah and that little f*ggot, Frisbee,

was wearing a goddamned wire.

Get me out! It's bad! It's gone bad!

Holy sh*t!

Spider broke a cap off,

nailed him right in the nuts.

Oh, sh*t!

- Is he dead?

- No, he lived.

That's gotta hurt.

Jesus Christ, that's gotta hurt.

- Is Cookie all right?

- She got busted.

So where we going?

Let's go to the city.

The city? I don't... I can't, man.

I can't go. I haven't slept in days.

I'm too f***ing high. The car is

on empty. I'm on E here. I just...

- Why do we need to go to the city?

- Listen, p*ssy boy...

...you're broke. I'm broke.

My old lady split. Your old lady took off

with some f***ing dyke.

- So?

- So we gotta get some money.

We gotta go there.

That's where they got

dope and what we need.

And when we go there,

then I'll take care of you, all right?

No, that's cool.

No, we should go there...

...because my real girlfriend,

Amy's, there.

We're supposed to hang out,

so it's actually kind of perfect.

We'll go to the city.

I gotta stop and make a call.

Goddamn it, pay-phone boy.

We're just up the road a bit.

Just keep on driving.

All right, wait here. I'll be right out.

Four hundred diamond chips.

I've counted them.

Given to me by a Hell's Angel.

I think his name was Charles.

Hi! We've been waiting for you.

Where've you been?

Okay, both of you, out of here.

Out of here. Out of here. Out of here.

Are you alone?

I got a little helper with me, a little kid.

Kid?

Are you into that? Kids?

Hi, it's Amy. I'm not here, so leave

a message and I'll call you back.

Hey, Amy, it's me.

I'm gonna be at the park

in about 20 minutes...

...and I really wish you'd talk to me.

Okay. Well, here's a little something.

Nice.

- That's good.

- And here's another.

- Nicer.

- That's even better.

I want you to know I have changed.

I'm really, you know, trying to be good,

and I have your money.

So I love you, and maybe

you'll come, okay? Bye.

Everything you'll need, you'll find

in that jug, that can and that case.

Okay.

- Nice.

- Nice.

- Okay, girls.

- Goodbye, lover-boy.

Mark.

Take a lesson, you two.

That's a real man. Oh, yes!

I love him.

Okay, where to?

I'll make you a deal.

Six months' worth of dope.

Just give me a ride where I gotta go.

Sounds good. Is it okay if I go

and see my girlfriend?

I gotta see Amy first.

Yeah, let's go.

All right.

Where's my money?

Money.

- There's plenty more where that's from.

- That's it?

- Yeah.

- Impressive.

Now you only owe me 350.

Yeah, well, I got a job, you know,

now, and I'm working really hard.

You know, I just...

God. Can I hold you just for a second?

- Are you on crank?

- No!

You're spun, aren't you?

- No, I'm working hard!

- I can't deal with this!

- No, I can't... What?

- I can't deal with this.

What are you talking about?

- I got a life now, okay?

- Look...

Don't touch me!

I'll call you.

F***!

I'm crashing pretty hard right now.

I'm really tired.

That's not good.

I remember a time,

I'll tell you, I was about...

I was little. I don't know, 4, 5 years old,

something like that.

We had this old dog

that had a litter of puppies.

And I walked

in the bathroom one day...

...and my mother was standing there,

kneeling down.

The dog had a litter, about eight,

and my mother was bending over...

...and she was killing each one

of these little puppies in the bathtub.

And I remember, I said, "Why?"

She said, "I'm just killing

what I can't take care of."

Then my mama said to me...

She looked at me, she said:

"I wish I could do that to you."

Maybe she... Maybe she should've.

Yeah.

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