Midnight Son Page #3

tomorrow night and

we pick a few to show her?

This one for sure.

What would you call it?

I don't know this...

This one's really old.

Here... let me see it.

Wait... wait!

- My eyes? Are they?

- They look fine.

They're okay.

You're okay.

Ow!

I'm sorry.

No...

No, it's fine, it's just...

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

Hey.

It's alright.

Hey.

I don't want to hurt you.

I'm fine, I'm fine. Okay?

You don't understand I'm not normal.

- I want to be with you. But I'm afraid...

- That you're going to hurt me?

I understand.

Wait!

Where's the gallery again?

Santa Monica?

Okay.

Okay.

Bye.

You're going to have to sign in real quick.

What's the problem?

Sorry, everyone's gotta

to sign in after hours.

Give me a break here, okay?

- It's a new f***ing day.

- I work the night shift.

- Whatever.

- Sir!

Hey, stop!

I'd like to include all of these in

the showing I have on Saturday.

- Can you believe that?

- No, it's happening so fast.

- She's amazing.

- She is.

Don't.

I got fired today.

That sucks. Is that what

you wanted to talk about?

No... I...

just want to apologize

for being such an ass hole.

- Hey?

- What?

What was that sh*t you were

drinking the other night?

What?

You know, you said it was medicine.

What's it for?

You know, maybe we

should just be friends.

Sure.

You'll get your finder's fee.

So, I'll see you later.

Hello?

Can anyone hear me?

Can someone open the door, please.

Sh*t!

Hi. I'm sorry for making so much

noise out here I just...

- Is Marcus working tonight?

- Let me see if he's here.

Thanks. It's really important.

It's an emergency.

- OK?

- Okay. Let me see if he's here...

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

What the f*** are you doing, huh?

I'm sorry. I need...

Shut the f*** up you piece of

sh*t. You want to ruin everything?

Huh?

Meet me at Southward

Avenue in two hours.

F***ing a**hole.

And don't come back!

Russell, southside alley.

Yeah, man.

Not the front, the alley.

Yeah, now.

What the f***, man!

Dude, this built like through

the drive-through? Huh?

So what now?

F***!

- Can't do nothing for you 'til next week.

- No.

You got to see yourself, kid.

After that little show

there for nurse Ratshit,...

I've got to be in my best

behaviour for at least a week.

I'll pay double.

Take it. There's got to

be something you can do.

We tried that sh*t, remember?

You didn't appreciate my creativity.

Sh*t!

You know, you are one f***ed up

mother f***er, man.

- Yeah, F*** you!

- What?

What did you say to me, b*tch?

F*** you say?

Call my brother.

Here.

I'm sick.

I have some kind of disease.

What is it?

I don't know.

I think it's...

Talk to me.

It's anemia.

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