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After that, I walk around

trying to get money.

Sometimes I just go exploring.

I like to climb stuff.

I found this roof I can climb up to.

You can see the whole city

for a long, long way.

When it gets real hot, I sleep in my box.

It's a good box.

And sometimes I sleep almost all day

because I stay up so late at night.

It's really scary at night.

If you sleep, somebody might do

something bad to you.

These guys, they took my sleeping bag

one time and now it's really cold at night,

which also makes me sad.

So, I am what is called

a "night owl" right now.

It is usually quiet, but it is lonely.

You're the only person I know.

So, that makes you special...

"automcly."

P.S...

I am afraid of thunder, too.

Dear diary...

today was my first day at my new school.

I'm living with Uncle Craig

in his apartment downtown,

and I don't know anybody here.

What?

Back! This is my spot now.

Go and find your own damn spot.

Who wants your sh*t?

Everyone stares at me weird,

and I don't like it.

There are a few kids

I want to make friends with...

but they don't know I exist.

When Mommy was sick, I used to hug her,

and she said it made everything okay.

She promised that whenever I get lonely

she will send an angel down to hug me.

But I haven't seen him yet.

Hey, who wants 50 bucks?

Yo, who wants 50 bucks?

- Get in fights a lot?

- Get in 'em? I start 'em!

Ask anybody on this row,

anybody in this whole f***ing city,

and they'll tell you,

"Skillet the killer, motherf***er."

You kill people?

Yeah, I kill them.

Beat 'em, eat 'em.

Anybody... ask any one of these...

pick any one of these sorry motherfuckers,

any one of them...

and I'll beat their ass.

Yeah, how much?

What do you mean "how much"?

How much... how much to see you

fight somebody right now?

Right now? Sh*t. How much you got?

I got $50.

Get the f*** out of here,

get off of my row.

There's no fight. $50 ain't sh*t.

Sure, it is. Hey, who wants 50 bucks, huh?

Raise your hand if you want 50 bucks.

Hmm?

Anybody?

Hey, buddy.

You wanna make some money? Huh?

What do you say?

Come on. You go... you wanna make a 50?

Dead motherf***er!

Oh sh*t!

Yo, yo, dude, we're on!

We're on! F***ing film this, man!

Whoa! F***ing film!

Come on!

Jesus!

Dead motherf***er. Get up.

No, man, don't let

anybody do that sh*t to you.

- Yo, what's his name?

- Come on, man!

Yeah, man!

Hey! Come on, Willie!

You've got to get back up.

Yeah!

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Hit him in the face.

Kill him now!

Dude, he's messing him up pretty bad.

Maybe we should just call it, huh?

F***ing film.

Get up!

Come on, Willie!

Come on, Willie! Come on, boy!

Yeah.

Hey! Hey, that's enough!

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