Bravetown Page #2

Wow, that's some equipment,

huh?

Yeah.

Uh, dinner's ready

if you're hungry.

I'm not.

All right, I'll just put

a plate in the fridge,

and then you can nuke that up

later, all right?

Yeah, cool.

All right.

All right.

You know how to get back?

I wrote the address down

for you, just in case.

You can cut through the cemetery

for a short-cut,

go over the bridge, make a left

and then you're home.

Oh, you're going

to need a key.

I don't get home

till, like, 6:
00.

Okay.

Can I help you?

Welcome to our humble abode,

Mr. Harvest.

Take a seat.

Everyone, this is

Mr. Josh Harvest.

He's new in our school.

Let's make him feel at home.

That's DJ Sparks from New York!

That's him.

That dude's last video got,

like, 20 million views!

All right, everybody, turn to

Chapter 12 in your textbooks,

which covers

the Salvadorian War.

It took place between 1980

and 1992.

Hey, what's up?

I'm Tony.

I noticed you have a class

with my sister.

That's her over there,

and that guy who won't

leave her alone is Michael.

She broke up with him

last week.

What's your name?

Josh.

Nice to meet you, Josh.

What you listening to,

there?

I like it!

It's like electronica,

right?

My sister listens to

the same...

My sister listens to

the same type of music

when she's in her room

by herself.

It's pretty good.

Who is it?

I'm not sure.

Oh. Well, when you find out,

let me know.

I'd like to download it.

Hey, you like dancing?

My sister's

the dance team captain.

You should come

check them out sometime.

They're not very good,

though.

You gonna be around here

tomorrow, Josh?

No choice.

Cool, see you tomorrow.

Sh*t!

Joshua N. Harvest.

How's it going?

Alexander Weller,

you can call me Alex.

You can call me Al.

So, welcome to your

court-ordered counselling.

This should be fun.

All right, so let's see here.

You are... a DJ.

Like, electronica

and stuff like that?

That's cool.

I heard that DJs

are the new rock stars.

I read that somewhere.

I prefer Whitesnake myself.

New York!

I was born in New York.

Queens, to be exact.

We left when I was 5, so I don't

really remember much of it.

What would you like

to talk about?

Nothing.

You got me for an hour.

We got to talk about something.

You like soccer?

Football?

Do you like pizza?

He's going for it,

and he gets fouled!

No, no, that's a flop!

That's a flop!

That's not a foul, ref!

That's a flop!

That is a flop!

Sh*t, man, no, no, no.

You know what?

That's... that's time, anyway.

Hey, do you mind signing

that book before you go?

Same time tomorrow, or...?

Uh, yeah, sorry, kid.

Court order, otherwise I'd just

tell you to stay home.

Personally, I don't think

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