Poison Ivy Page #2

We kind of have to be Quiet.

My mom sleeps a lot.|She's got emphysema.

I think it's to get attention.

She spends her life dying.

Do you got any booze?

No. My dad... glug, glug, glug.

- Fred, Quiet!|- Hiya, puppy.

He really only likes me.|It's this weird loyalty thing.

You home?

Yeah. They canceled.

Head Start.

I teach reading a couple nights|a week to inner city kids.

That's mighty white of you.

Watch it.

This is great.

Sorry.

I like pianos.

If I was to kill myself,|I'd like to fall...

just close my eyes|and pretend I was flying.

With a big splat at the end.

You wouldn't feel it.

But everybody'd stand around|looking at your insides.

It's a lot faster|than slashing your wrists.

Who slashed their wrists?

This is my mom Georgie.

Hi there, Georg...

Did she tell you|she slashed her wrists?

Oh, Sylvia.

I'll be right back.

Hand me the Percodan.

You never stop testing, do you?

What kind of girl|is impressed by suicide?

I like her.

She has a hole in her nose.

A lot of girls do.

Leave it open.

It's supposed to rain tonight.

Then open it wider.

I'd think you'd be embarrassed.

What?

Getting caught lying|all the time.

Did you tell her|you're black, too?

You don't want me|to have any friends, do you?

People you have to lie to|aren't worth your friendship.

When I'm gone...

you can play your music|as loud as you want.

Your dad can turn this room|into a study...

with dead animals on the wall...

but in the meantime...

you are not|hanging out with a girl...

who has a naked woman|with a sword on her back.

What do you think|that says to the boys?

"Try it, buddy,|and I'll cut your dick off"?

I'm causing a problem, right?

- That's OK.|- Wait.

I don't think your mom|wants me here now.

I want you here.

She's sick.|It makes her act crazy.

She just cares about you.

Maybe I'll see you at school.

Do you go to Oakhurst, too?

Yeah. She has a scholarship.

I know.|I'm kind of out of place there.

I'm always out of place...

especially here.

Your home is really beautiful.

Coop's the first girl I've met|in the city that I can talk to.

She's a good person.

It's blocked.

Where do you live?

My aunt gets money|for letting me stay there.

I get the picture.

Here. Let me.

What are you doing?

It was too low.

Try it now.

Aren't you afraid?

Of what?

Catching death.

Oh, Mom.

Energy never dies.

It just changes form.

You see if you're ready|to change form...

when you're|thirty-eight years old.

Well, my mom died|in her forties...

but she was dead|way before that.

She only pretended to be alive.

She was coked out all the time,|looking out windows.

Every shadow was a cop|or a dealer she owed.

She was always asking|if I heard noises.

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