Where the Day Takes You Page #3

I was used to the f***ing freeway.

Have to get used to it again.

You having fun?

Yeah, I'm good.

I'm totally f***ing tweaked.

Can I scratch that for you?

Can we do something

tomorrow night?

Yeah.

Can we?

Yeah.

I'd like that.

All right, I'm out of here, man.

King...

it's good to have you back, man.

Thanks.

It makes me feel better,

you know?

Can I have one?

Morning.

Hi.

That's the best I can do.

That's good.

HEATHER:

Where'd you learn that?

KING:
I don't know.

I've been doing it forever.

How long you been picking

at your nails?

People can come into your life,

and you can become very close.

And then they're gone in a week,

and you never see them again.

INTERVIEWER:

How do you feel about that?

There's nothing I can do about it.

What were you

locked up for?

Assault with

a deadly weapon.

This bum was trying to rob me,

so I hit him with a bottle.

He got three stitches,

and I got three months.

One month suspended.

Brenda said you killed him.

Yeah, well, Brenda,

she says a lot of things.

I'd believe about... none of them.

Could I ask you a favour?

What kind of favour?

Oh, just a simple favour.

Maybe.

INTERVIEWER:
So within your family, do

you have some kind of code of honour?

KING:
Yeah.

INTERVIEWER:
What is it?

KING:
Let's just say

we look out for each other.

MAN (OVER SPEAKERS): Attention,

please, now arriving, Gate 5,

bus number 371

from San Francisco.

Excuse me.

You, um, got a light on you?

Got a cigarette?

Absolutely.

Thought I was gonna

go f***ing nuts.

They don't let you smoke

on the bus.

Yeah? Long trip, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, Tommy.

(YELLING)

You f***ing bastards!

Sh*t!

J:
You look good, Tommy!

F*** you! F*** you!

F*** you!

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

F***! F***! F***!

Goddamn it!

Hey, Sleeping Beauty.

Can you fix this f***er?

What is it?

It's a piece of sh*t!

I don't know, man. I could try.

Well, if you can fix it,

you got a quarter of meth.

Move over.

Sh*t, I can do it for that.

Put on a goddamn shirt.

Oh, why don't you?

Where's the milk? Goddamn! F***!

I just f***ing bought this yesterday.

You know, I'm sick of this! Nobody should

be allowed in this refrigerator except us.

Climb in and shut the f***ing door.

No, f*** you! F***ing...

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

F***.

Come here, man.

You wanna slam a speedball?

No, man.

My treat.

No, f*** that, man.

No needles.

Good boy. Just say no.

I say yeah.

KING:
When's the last time you ate?

Yesterday.

J:

F***.

I can't get this

stupid f***ing thing.

J, now, give it up, man.

You're never gonna get it.

Yeah.

You want another burger?

Yeah.

I'll take one too, buddy.

F*** you, little buddy.

So you gonna spend

the night with me, baby?

He likes you.

Oh, yeah?

Definitely.

How can you tell?

I can tell by the way he's acting.

He's trying to be all cool.

J:
B*tch is right.

Besides, you're

a dead ringer for Devon.

Who's that?

His ex-old lady.

He killed her.

Really?

Yeah, just f***ing stabbed her right in

the gut and cut her up into little pieces.

But don't tell him I told you that.

It could get a little messy.

I won't.

He's very touchy about it.

And, you know, who knows

when he might strike again.

He's lethal.

Shh!

KING:
Here you go.

Thanks.

KING:

F***ing Brenda, I bought that for her.

Don't you share?

INTERVIEWER:
So...

what's the first thing you learn

on the street?

KING:
You try not to get

too high or too low.

You just learn to watch your back.

Oh, sh*t. Oh, f***.

(MELISSA ETHERIDGE'S

"ROYAL STATION 4I16" PLAYING)

HEATHER:

I'm telling you, this is crazy.

What happens if you miss?

GREG:
Then you die, baby.

KING:
You're not gonna die.

J:
Well, I mean, you might.

J.

CRUSHER:
Guys, here it comes.

KING:
You guys go ahead.

I'll wait for her.

Let's go! Let's go!

(YELLS)

J.

Oh, yeah! Little J, all right!

Come on!

Okay, it's our turn.

You can do it.

HEATHER:
I can't!

KING:
Yes, you can!

If you can't, then you got to anyway.

If we're gonna go, we gotta go now.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

All right!

Hey, Little J!

Where's the beer?

Um, they were...

They were all out.

HEATHER:

What do we do now?

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

INTERVIEWER:
So when you don't stay in

shelters and you don't have a curfew,

that's the kind of thing

that you do at night?

Yeah, you know...

just kicking back, f***ing around.

Just trying to...

Trying to have fun.

Like kids do, you know, like kids.

These kids are kids.

Come on, man. F***.

F***ing will you come on?

Hold on.

F***. Oh, goddamn it.

F***, come on, bro.

I'm coming! Yeah.

F***. Come on, come on.

It's about f***ing time, man.

You got a light?

KING:
I got high the first time

when I was 8.

INTERVIEWER:
Ever take heroin?

KING:
No, I never shot heroin.

INTERVIEWER:

But you did other drugs?

KING:

Well, pot, alcohol,

meth, mushrooms, acid.

I had a great trip

on Hollywood Boulevard one time.

I was, like, trying to scrape

the stars off the sidewalk.

It was totally wild.

You do this?

A couple years ago.

It's beautiful.

So, what, you've been here

about seven years?

Yeah.

In L.A. Three or four

here in the hole. On and off.

You wanna go sit over here?

Why?

Why not?

You're a little edgy, aren't you?

Well, maybe I am.

I mean, what's this I hear

about you killing your girlfriend?

It's a joke.

Oh, hey.

Hey.

Well, I think we're gonna

go back to my van.

We gotta get something

straight between us.

Why don't you come over here

and sit by me.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I just don't

wanna do any more.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean

to scare you.

What the hell

do you wanna do?

Sleep.

Come to think of it,

I'm kind of tired myself, I guess.

Here. Take my sleeping bag.

Make yourself comfortable.

It's okay.

No, it's okay. I got an extra one.

It's gonna be real cold.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Thanks.

I got 98.6 over here, baby.

Body temperature.

(GIGGLING)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

Slow down, bro. Take this.

F***.

Oh, sh*t, man.

That's the new BMW.

No, don't f*** with that, man.

That one got alarms.

Yeah, man.

Yo, f***, let's get out

of here, man!

Little J's kind of an artist,

though. Graffiti artist.

Yeah?

Yeah.

You probably seen his tag

all over town. It's like a...

You know, L with a wide bottom

that goes into a J.

L.J. It's all up and down

Cahuenga. Every block.

One night he said he was gonna

get every block up to the freeway.

And he did.

F***!

F***! Oh, you little f***er!

Hey, you little f***er!

Come here. Come here.

Problems?

Yeah, one named Little J.

Hey!

F***ing a**hole!

What'd he do?

He almost got us busted, man, and

then he dropped the f***ing stereos

that we already f***ing had!

Come here!

Leave him alone!

You're stronger than him!

F*** you!

I'm out of here!

Where you going?

What the f*** do you care, man?

I give you guys everything.

My money, my f***ing drugs,

and all you do is stick up

for this little f*ggot!

Forget about it!

F*** you, I'm out of here.

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