The Tracey Fragments

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One day you fall for this boy.

And he touches you with his fingers.

And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth.

But it hurts when you look at him.

And it hurts when you don't.

And it feels like someone's cut you open

with a jagged piece of glass.

The Tracey Fragments

Sonny was a dog...

God! God! God!

It's all about the p*ssy and the ass today...

F*** you, F*** you, F*** you, F*** you.

I love you, Tracey Berkowitz.

We can take a plane. Take a plane.

-You know...

-We can take a plane.

..It really isn't my fault..

I had a car but I f***ing smashed it.

...I came from a hole, you know.

Raped. Murdered. Is that what you want?

Do we really have to do this now?

They can't ever know Promise me...

No one can...

Why would I lie? Huh? Why would I lie?

Promise me... Promise me...

I am so happy......

Why would I lie?

Why would I lie?

I know what you're doing,

you stupid ugly b*tch dyke f*** ass!

I kind of like to ride a different bus every night

depending on my mood.

Like, if I'm depressed,

I-I enjoy being around other depressed people.

And happy people

they friggin' depress me, you know.

Look. The other day, something happened.

I came to certain realizations.

I can't tell you what.

Or you'll end up like me.

On this bus. Looking for someone.

Sonny!

Sonny, please!

Sonny!

Sonny!

Sonny.......

My name is Tracey Berkowitz. Fifteen.

Just a normal girl who hates herself.

No, no, no...

Settle down. Just settle down.

Tracey, where exactly did you find the toque?

I just found it.

There's something you're not telling us.

Tracey is there anything you're not telling us?

I'm a very passionate person.

I was born to love.

-Mis-Mister Berkowitz-

-No, where is he!?! Where is he!?!

-Settle down.

-Where's my son!?!

I wish I just had one of those whistles.

Because he'd be here right now.

On the side of the road, barking.

It's not my fault.

Because if you knew them

-- if you really knew them --

you would know that

I'm not the one that needs a friggin' shrink.

Look. Look at what you've done to Mommy?

She's destroyed.

-We've got a f***ing crisis here.

-Everything's a f***ing crisis.

Shut up!

Why don't you join us?

I don't know what you...

We looked for Sonny for two days.

He never came back.

Sonny...Sonny...

I gotta find him. I gotta find him.

No body can stop me.

Have you seen my brother Sonny?

Ha, ha, ha, ha...

Okay sweetie, see you later.

Okay? See you. Okay?

Sonny? Sonny! Sonny.

Stop. Please, please.

Please stop, it's an emergency, please.

Sonny! Sonny! Sonny! Sonny...!

Excuse me, I'm looking for my brother.

Hello?

Sonny? He's nine. Blue coat.

I-I just saw him - I just saw him outside.

Mark Johnson is my friend. He's a very nice guy.

I know what people say about Mark Johnson,

but he's a regular guy.

And he likes you.

It doesn't have to be a heavy trip.

He just wants to be your friend.

Take you out for dinner,

maybe some drinks, something......

F*** off.

F*** off!

Nice.

Well, look who it is: it's the tit-less wonder.

Whoops.

Awww, sorry about that.

Whooops.

That floor must be really hard.

That is tragic.

See you later. Have a nice day.

Now class, does anyone know

what Its tits look like?

Anybody? Here, allow me. Ready?

Voila. Isn't that...? That's...

This is the story of the girl with no tits.

Went to my school. No tits. Big dumb moon face.

Hey. Here you go.

It. It. It. It...

Shut the f*** up.

What's going on?

What is that piece of paper? Bring it to me!

Throw it out.

Before I left home,

I had this idea.

I was going to start this metal-core band

with my boyfriend, Billy Zero.

My boyfriend is so gorgeous.

And famous.

Okay,

Billy Zero isn't exactly famous.

But he's a star to me, okay?

He is like the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen.

Anywhere. In any music video.

In the whole world, okay?

Oh, he wanted to touch me.

He stuck his cock in me and said I love you.

In that exact order.

Now I'm not afraid to die

because, like, birds and bees and bugs?

They all die after they f***.

I love you, Tracey Berkowitz.

It. It. It. It. It...

It's the "Girl With No Tits"

Don't worry about it. You're a late developer.

It's natural.

Exhibit A. My father.

He had sex with my mom to make me but, you know,

I-I think he, like, freakin' fell on her or something

because he says that we're both accidents.

Anyway, like I was saying, I trade futures.

Anyone asks you, that's what you tell them.

Don't cry for Daddy.

He was never very good at stocks and bonds.

Daddy missed the boat. Daddy missed the boat.

Daddy missed the boat.

Exhibit B. My mother.

She's too busy to talk to me.

She smokes three packs a day.

And getting her away from the TV

is a surgical procedure.

So Daddy missed the boat, didn't he?

Ha. Ha.

You're the only one laughing.

Exhibit C. Sonny,

who I turned into a dog.

Why is he barking?

If somebody doesn't tell me

why my son is barking, everybody is grounded.

I, uh,

I hypnotized him.

I'm holding you personally responsible.

You know what, that is it.

That's the final piece of evidence that

we need to send you to a psychiatrist.

Are you on drugs?

No, of course not.

What do you mean, of course not?

W-w-what are you saying?

You don't believe me or something?

Tracey, my philosophy is to be brutally honest

with my patients,

even - and especially - my adolescent patients.

As a way to build trust.

I want you to trust me, Tracey.

Because I care about you.

Do you understand?

Your parents are concerned.

Your attitude is histrionic, delusional with

tendencies towards Borderline personality disorder.

-Borderline personality disorder. What the...?

-They think you're smoking crack.

My parents are lying. That's...

Come on, Tracey.

There's no reason for your parents to lie,

is there?

-How do I know what motives my parents?

-Tracey, as your psychiatrist,

I am of the opinion that

you might think you want to get better,

but you don't really want to get better.

No, no, no. I do, I do, I want to get better.

-Then why are you resisting me?

-No, no, I'm not, I'm not resisting you.

-You're doing it right now.

-Well then tell me what to do.

I can't do that.

Well then how am I supposed to stop resisting you?

I can't tell you that.

Well I can't have this conversation anymore.

-"Can't" is a choice.

-Okay, okay.

Am I resisting you now?

Are you?

Dr. Heker. My psychiatrist.

She only cares about the, like,

eighty bucks an hour she paid,

or whatever, to prevent me from

turning into a psycho.

Well, it's kind of too late for that.

When things happen to people,

they radiate a light.

Because they've got a picture caught inside them.

Because they were there and you weren't.

And because you've only got a piece

and because all you can do is shrink

and blow up that one tiny piece.

My name is Estuary Palomino.

That's my stage name.

Palomino is the color of the city where I'm from.

My name is Tracey Berkowitz.

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