Boys Don't Cry Page #4

- How are things with her mother?

She gave me April for a couple of days.

I love this song! Yes! Yes!

- Who's that lady?

- Who's that lady?

Who's that lady?

A real, real, real fine lady

Beautiful lady

I wish somebody would introduce her to me

Oh, get up. Dance with me.

Come on. Get up.

I didn't get a chance

I asked her to dance

Asked her to dance

It was love at first sight...

April... come here.

Jesus, turn down the goddamn music!

- Come on, honey. Loosen up.

- No, let me go, let me go.

You motherfuckers!

Why did they let you fuckheads outta jail?

Belly is cravin', I got a shakin' in my head

I feel like I'm dyin' and I wish I was dead

If I live till tomorrow, that'd be a long time.

I'll reel and I'll fall, but I'll rise on cod'ine.

You'll forget you're a woman

You'll forget about men

Try it just once and you'll try it again

You'll forget about life

You'll forget about time

And live all your days a slave to cod'ine

And it's real, oh, it's real

One more time

And some of them fall

And rise on cod'ine

I'm an a**hole.

What?

Blowout.

- What happened?

- Aw, I'm in the doghouse again.

- I've been there my whole life.

- Women, right?

Yeah.

- You gonna do a little damage control?

- And then you'll f*** it up again.

Come on. Oh, my goodness!

Hey... who are you? What's your name, huh?

- April.

- April?

- How'd you get such a pretty name?

- My daddy.

Yeah, that's true. I named her.

- Where are you goin'?

- See Lana.

All right. Go on.

Got an extra cig, man?

Thanks, man.

Is, uh... is she Lana's?

Lana's? No.

No, I had April with a different girl. Mallory.

This here's my real family,

even if it isn't my real home, you know?

I mean...

Lana...

I don't know. It's kinda hard to explain.

Well, I got 12 more like this at home.

I keep it in a secret place.

She wrote to me when I was in lockup.

- Lana did?

- Yup. She wrote to me.

Even my own mom didn't

write to me. But she did.

Lana and her mom. They took me in.

F***. F***er.

- Brandon, honey, where are your folks from?

- I'm from Lincoln.

But my dad's out in Memphis right now,

and my mom's in Hollywood.

- Hollywood?

- Yeah.

- Oh, wow!

- Yeah. My sister's a model.

- That's glamorous!

- Hey, Brandon,

- Why don't you clean these ashtrays for us?

- F*** you!

I'm just playin' with you, bud.

Brandon, honey, come here.

Over here. Closer, where I can see you.

Let me look at you in the light. Come on.

Come on.

Come here. Let me.

I can believe you got a model for a sister.

You're like a little movie star yourself.

Hey, April. Want a beer?

Hey! What the f*** are you doin'?

Here you go, hon. Here you go.

Have some of Daddy's.

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