Little Accidents Page #2

I don't understand the half of it.

Now I gotta get that

f***ing thing replaced.

It's fine.

Hey, Mom will be back at nine.

She went to the union meeting.

I'm going out for a

little bit, all right?

I wanna go.

No, you stay here. Keep your butt

on that couch, and watch your TV.

Don't move.

Why are you following me?

Go on back, I'll be home soon.

Go back, before I smack you.

Go home.

- Light it.

- There's one left.

No. No.

Like, swing it.

Whoa!

No.

That's some nice stuff right there.

What's that? Fireworks.

Stay there.

Hey, guys.

Nice.

Good going, dude. Give

me one of those, man.

You ever heard of a six-pack before?

Man, that smells.

These smoke balls are lames.

Sh*t, there ain't nothing

to do in this f***ing town.

Get out of this f***ing

shithole, take the first damn bus.

I bet you've never been on a bus.

No, he only rides in fancy

cars. -Shut up, Kenny.

Next dig, come on!

Does your brother know to like

do sh*t, like read and write?

He can read a little.

Do you think he's gonna be able like

f*** girls, and get a driver's license?

That would suck if he has to

live with your mom forever.

JT, you might never get

your driver's license.

Hey, it's almost 7:00. Katie

said we could all come over, so...

Oh, I want to see her.

- Yup.

Let's go.

Dude, I just got here. Come on.

Oh, yeah, we'll miss you, man. -Aww.

Group hug!

Oh, my God!

You guys like to act like faggots?

Ooh, girlfriend, you

got a saucy mouth on you!

Come on, come on.

Wait up!

- Dude, you better not.

Come on.

Come on, James. Let's go home.

Why you walking funny? You gotta pee?

I think so.

You can't hold it?

Come on, this way.

Hurry up.

Come on.

Go back here to this tree.

Go pee.

You and your retard

brother are still here?

You're an a**hole.

Why don't you speak

up? I didn't hear you.

I hope your dad goes to

jail for killing 10 miners.

What'd you say?

Hope he rots in there for what he did.

My dad had nothing to do with that.

You're f***ing trailer trash, and

you people are f***ing milking it.

Hey!

I'm gonna beat your f***in' head in!

Oh!

JT?

JT?

JT?

James?

James?

James?

Don't watch.

What are you doing? Stay there.

Don't move.

If you tell anybody,

I'm gonna be mad, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay, come on.

Come on.

Come on, we gotta go, come on.

James, come on, we gotta go.

Come on.

Hello.

Hey, Sandy, hi, I'm

trying to track down JT.

Were they all going to Katie's?

Isn't he home yet?

Yeah, he's... He's not. -No?

No, I called his phone a million times.

Oh, no.

Yeah.

Oh, no. I'm sure it's nothing.

All right.

Yeah, I will. I'll let

you know. All right. Bye.

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