Where the Day Takes You Page #5

Look, I know you're paying me,

but what is this crap?

Did you enjoy it?

Do you wanna talk, or what?

What if I were to ask you

if I could touch your face?

Would that be all right?

Would you mind?

No.

Whatever.

This is a good place to know about.

You can come in the afternoon,

get something to eat. Some nights you

can get a bed if it's not too crowded.

They got a lot of rules, though.

I think I broke most of them.

You gotta sign in.

I can't stay.

I gotta go to this interview.

They got me being this

community service guinea pig.

Can I be your Habitrail?

Yeah, well, we'll see.

Hey, bro.

Hi, sorry I'm late.

INTERVIEWER:
That's okay.

So, what's the topic today?

Well, what do you want to talk about?

What, are you out

of questions already?

Mm.

Have you seen this one?

Yeah, I saw that.

You did. How about this one?

Heads or tails?

Heads.

Cheating.

Yeah, we got that one.

I know, I'll show you my tattoo.

Wow.

You like that?

I got one on my right arm too.

That's great.

I did that myself, left-handed.

Mm-hm. Wow.

My dad did this one

when I was 14.

Really?

Do you still keep

in touch with him?

What happened?

I don't know. Um...

I don't know. He's probably

dead or something.

See, tattoos weren't

his only thing.

He had a taste for

all kinds of needles.

INTERVIEWER:
You feeling

pretty good these days?

Yeah, I'm feeling pretty

good these days.

Got a little cough,

though.

Some days I feel good, some days

I don't, like everybody else.

Yeah, actually, I get along

with them really well.

I needed a short break

or something.

Okay, you ready to go?

Yeah.

I see you met Stephanie.

Yeah.

Come on.

Thanks.

See you later.

F*ggot.

F***ing fag. F***.

(GUNSHOT)

So, what are your drugs

of choice?

Um...

Crystal.

Mm.

Pot sometimes.

Coke if I can get it.

Mm.

When did you,

uh, start using?

When I was about 10 or 11.

Well, it says here the first time

you ran away, you were 9.

You ran to your mother's.

Why the hell did you do that?

I wanted to live with her.

But her and I don't get along so good.

Mm.

What about your father?

You, uh...? You like him?

Yeah, he's all right.

But he got you arrested.

Yeah, well, life goes on.

Yeah, life goes on.

You know, I gotta tell you, you're

a very lucky guy. You know that?

See, you've been given

a second chance here.

You could've just gone straight

to a lockup, but you're in a rehab.

I gotta be honest with you.

I'm a little hesitant to take you in.

You see, you have this habit

of running away.

I mean, what's my guarantee that

you're not gonna run from us, huh?

Well, I need help with my problem.

Excuse me, miss? Can you spare some change?

All I want is a little something to eat.

Skank!

How you doing, cripple?

Hey, Tommy, get your

stinking-ass breath out of my face.

Let's take a little ride.

Hey, Tommy, get the f*** off me.

You gonna wiggle out of this thing?

Get off me!

You're infringing on

my f***ing civil rights, man.

Get off! F***ing b*tch,

get off of me, man.

Sit the f*** down.

Why don't you leave me the f*** alone!

I didn't do sh*t to you, man!

Tommy, leave me the f*** alone!

Get off me!

Relax, a**hole.

I'm just looking for King.

Have you seen him?

I think I did see King.

I think he went down

to the corner.

You know, your grandmama's

down there spit-shining d*cks again.

Dealing balls today.

Two for the price of one.

Hey, man, get the f*** off me!

I asked you a question.

Didn't you hear me?

Yeah, I f***ing heard you.

"Yes, sir."

Suck my f***ing dick!

"Yes, sir," a**hole.

Yes, sir, a**hole.

No!

Just "yes, sir."

Yes, sir.

That's better.

Where do I find King?

Down at the hole.

The hole.

Nice hat.

You know, Tommy,

you're a punk b*tch!

Oh, yeah, I almost

forgot something.

(CRASHES)

Hello, family.

PATIENTS (IN UNISON):

Hello, Cynthia.

We're taking away radio privileges until

you can learn what being a family is.

Also, welcome a new family member.

Say hello to Greg.

PATIENTS (IN UNISON): Hello, Greg.

What's up?

Hey, where's King?

He's up there, man.

(WHISPERING)

King.

King, get up.

King, get up.

(SCREAMING)

Hey! Help! Somebody, help!

Help!

BRENDA:
King!

HEATHER:

Leave him alone!

(SCREAMING)

Leave him alone!

Leave him alone!

(KIDS YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

BRENDA:

Little J.

(GUNSHOT)

(KIDS YELLING)

(WHISPERS)

Oh, f***.

(MELISSA ETHERIDGE'S

"PRECIOUS PAIN" PLAYING)

J.

BRENDA:
King.

HEATHER:
King.

BRENDA:

Are you okay?

CRASHER:

Come on, come on. Let's go!

HEATHER:

Oh, f***!

CRASHER:

Sh*t!

BRENDA:

Oh, sh*t.

KING:

Sh*t.

HEATHER:

You okay?

Yeah, it's okay.

What are you doing?

I gotta see what's keeping

Crasher so long.

It's okay. I'll do it, okay?

Stay here.

Oh, God.

Come on.

What? What is it?

We gotta get out of here, okay?

Give me your arm. Give me

your arm. Crasher's in trouble.

INTERVIEWER:

You have trouble with the cops?

KING:
You gotta always watch the cops.

They're gonna bust you for loitering

just so they can find out

who you are.

I always tell the kids to stay off the

streets until after school's out. It's easier.

What do you really feel about me

coming in here and asking you questions,

putting it on tape?

Well, I feel like I have to, but...

I feel better about it

than I thought I was going to.

You know that runaway shelter?

They got this thing...

this program where they

contact kids' parents,

and they arrange it so that

they can go back home.

So?

So you can go back to Chicago.

I think you should.

I don't wanna go back.

Do you want me to go back?

I think it might be a good idea.

You don't seem to realize

we're in a lot of trouble.

I know that!

Then why are you acting

like such a jerk?

Because you're an a**hole,

that's why.

I'm not trying to be an a**hole.

I'm just trying to live my life

the way I f***ing want to.

Everything is f***ed up.

This world's f***ed up.

It's f***ed up. And

everybody's miserable,

and they're only happy

if you're miserable too.

Lady, will you kindly get out

of my motherfucking face?!

Sh*t.

Did you have to be so rude to her?

Rude? Who's rude?

You are! Can you blame

the little lady for looking at you?

I'm looking at you. You look like a f***ing

fool. You got spit coming out of your mouth.

Can you yell a little louder? Yell

a little louder. Come on, come on.

Sorry.

Sh*t.

It's okay.

But I'm not leaving town

unless you're coming with.

Sorry, lady.

You're mad.

You're embarrassing.

Get away from me.

What the f*** are you doing here?

He's staying with us, I told you that.

You told me f***ing sh*t.

I did f***ing tell you three times.

He's staying with us.

He's helping out with the rent.

Oh, yeah?

Chill out, man. Chill.

Shut the f*** up!

You're a little f***ing slut!

You're a little slut.

Seven bucks, you got it?

No, not yet.

Well, then go get it.

Did you smoke my pot?

No.

You f***ing better not have.

Hey, get the f*** off of me!

Hey, come here.

KIMMY:
Shut up!

ROB:

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