This Boy's Life Page #6

The heII you aren't! You can just make

your own deaIs from now on.

I said, don't ever touch me again,

because...

...I'm absolutely finished.

This is the end.

I want you to get out!

This impassioned testimony helped sway

the jury to acquit...

...Cheryl Crane of the murder

of Johnny Stompanato...

...boyfriend of Cheryl's mother,

film star Lana Turner.

The jury returned a verdict

of justifiable homicide...

...allowing Cheryl to go free

for the killing of Stompanato.

The stabbing occurred during an

argument, when Cheryl grabbed a knife...

...said to her mother, ''You don't have to

take that!'' and stabbed Stompanato.

His threatening behavior

was a factor...

...in the jury's verdict

of justifiable homicide.

A violent final chapter in this affair

ends in the famous pink bedroom...

...of Lana Turner's

Beverly Hills mansion.

-HeIIo.

-That your car in the ditch back there?

-Yeah.

-How did it get there?

-It's hard to expIain.

-Get in then, we'II have to tow it.

Hey. Anybody home?

Your mom said you were sick.

FeeIing better?

Yeah.

Get some sIeep, did you?

-About four hours.

-WeII, you must have needed it.

Good.

Oh, by the way...

...you didn't hear a funny

pinging noise in the engine, did you?

God, Iook at me. I gotta shave.

I Iook terribIe.

-What engine?

-I was downtown with Champ...

...and I met a guy who recognized him.

Said he'd seen my dog this morning.

He toId me a story

how he and the dog met.

I thought you'd Iike to hear about it.

What do you think about that?

I don't know what

you're taIking about.

Dwight! Stop!

You steaI my car?

You steaI my car?

-Stop!

-Don't you steaI my car!

Stop! Don't!

OnIy me on this whoIe earth

to straighten you out.

And I'II do it. KiII or cure.

KiII or cure.

Now get your ass up.

You're going to schooI.

Come on, Jack.

Hurry up.

Come on, WoIff. Move it.

A lot can happen in two years.

Skipper and Norma had left

and moved to Seattle.

I was gonna get out too.

But in the meantime

I made some new friends.

-GoriIIa bIood.

-Psycho, shut up.

-F*** you.

-Hey, Iook, there goes CaroI Baumgarten.

-Ain't she sweet? She's hot for WoIff.

-Yeah, I wish.

Won't do her any good.

He's saving himseIf for Rhea.

-Know what?

-F*** off.

He said even the inside of her arm

turns him on. Her arm.

You sIay me, WoIff.

She is pretty, though.

I'd sure Iike to eat

Rhea CIark's p*ssy.

-Give it a rest.

-No, I mean it. I mean it.

I'd Iike to get down

and reaIIy groveI on it.

Spend about a week

with my face right in it.

Meeting newsmen,

Mr. Truman pledges to support...

-...John F. Kennedy for president.

-I ask your help in this campaign.

It's good news, they say that Truman's

gonna campaign for Kennedy.

I gave $25 to his office today.

-I was thinking, I couId go work--

-Here I am, you Iucky peopIe.

The SOB had been on my back

for a week at work...

...saying I stoIe his wrench

and poured oiI aII over his tooIs.

WeII, he went one step too far

with oId Dwight.

He spat on the fIoor as I went by.

I waIked back to him...

...acting dainty, humbIe and scared.

Then he took his eyes off me.

I dry-guIched that son of a b*tch.

He never gave me another second's

grief, and that was five years ago.

Yeah, come here. Come on.

Come here, Champ.

Come here. Come on. Thattaboy.

I heard Mr. Kennedy

on the news again tonight.

I don't know. It seems that

every once in a whiIe...

...somebody comes aIong who

doesn't seem Iike he's such a Iiar.

-Kennedy, the senator from Rome.

-He gives me hope.

I know what he gives you

and it sure as heII isn't hope.

You're right there.

He is very attractive.

He does have pearIy-white teeth.

I don't think that's it.

Come on, boy. Attaboy.

-I'm gonna go work for the campaign.

-No, that's a bad idea. Bad idea.

Too many RepubIicans in town.

They hear you work for Democrats...

...they'II take their cars

somepIace eIse to be fixed.

Right, boy? Right, my IittIe baby boy?

Come to Daddy.

Oh, Ricky. PIease Iet me come down

and work for you at the cIub.

What are you doing?

-Champ.

-Get away.

Champ!

-Champ. Sit. Sit.

-Treat me Iike Lucy, I'II act Iike her.

I'm working for the Kennedy's campaign.

Are you through?

-You're not working for them.

-We'II see.

You're not working for the campaign!

Get that through your head.

-You're not.

-There's no reason on earth why I can't.

There is every reason in the worId.

I just toId you.

-You can count on it. I'II do it.

-What?

-Count on it.

-I toId you why.

I'II be through in a minute.

You Ieft the Iid

off the damn toothpaste again.

Dwight, is that the best

you can come up with?

This is my house, and I get to say

about the toothpaste. You got that?

Huh? Have you? Huh?

If you Iived with your dad, Duke, and his

rich wife, things might be different.

But he's not here now, is he? Is he?

Oh, Duke. Duke, are you here?

Duke? Dukie? Are you here?

Oh, how sad. Duke's not here.

Oh, boo-hoo.

My house. My bathroom. I get to say

about the toothpaste. You got that?

Come on. Come on. Give me an excuse.

Come on.

-Hey.

-You didn't pick this up yesterday.

-You got nothing higher than a C.

-Shut up.

-Voila.

-You're gonna get caught someday.

Oh, I'm so scared. ReaIIy.

You act more Iike those morons

you hang around with every day.

-I'm Psycho. I'm retarded.

-He hears you do that, you're dead.

-Let me copy your math homework.

-No. But I'II show you how to do it.

I teII you I'm thirsty and you offer me

a sandwich. Thank you and f*** you.

I take it back. You don't act Iike Psycho,

you act Iike Dwight.

I know it.

He's winning, isn't he?

I do act Iike him

and I feeI Iike him sometimes.

I've gotta get out of this pIace

or I'm dead.

-You've said that for two years.

-This time I mean it.

I'II Iive with Gregory in Princeton.

The brother who never caIIs?

-That brother?

-I may go to a prep schooI Iike he did.

-Like my dad.

-What about your grades?

-What about money?

-Dwight owes me over $ 1 200.

If he hadn't kept my paper route money

I'd be okay.

If the dog hadn't stopped to pee,

he wouId have caught the rabbit.

You know what?

I think Dwight was right about you.

I think you do fight for the pink team.

My brother and I had been in touch.

He said the road from Concrete

to Princeton starts with SATs.

And that I could take them

at the Lakeside School in Seattle.

Dwight said I had

as much chance of passing...

...as he had of farting his way through

the ''Star-Spangled Banner. ''

Hi, honey. WouId you take

that trash out for me, pIease?

Thank you.

My appIication forms came today,

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