Scenes from the Suburbs Page #2

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and I'm gonna go back to my world.

But I don't know

what's gonna happen to you guys.

No more weed for Winter.

That was a weird dream.

Do not move!

- Stay on the fence.

- Do not move! Let me see those hands!

Let me see those hands!

Open your mouth!

Open your f***ing mouth!

Open your mouth wider.

Relax.

All right, get the next kid.

Turn him around.

- All right.

- Open your mouth!

Your turn, pretty boy! Open your mouth!

Let's see in there. Nice and wide! Open up.

- All right, turn back around.

- Turn around, pretty boy.

What's your name?

What's your name, Mr. Haircut? Come on!

What's your name?

I asked what your name was?

What is your name?

Stop!

Your little boyfriend's crying for you!

Tell me your name!

Tell him your f***in' name!

I asked you a question!

What is your name?

His name is Winter Miller.

Winter Miller, huh?

That's a pretty name for a pretty boy.

Thanks a lot, little friend.

- Everyone, move out!

- Come on. Let's go.

Go on, move.

Hey, is Winter home?

No, he's not home.

Well, do you know where he is?

All righty, then. See you later.

- Hey.

- Hey, man, what's up?

What's going on?

I just knocked on the door

and Terrance answered.

- Did he seem pissed?

- He seemed pretty normal.

What you watching?

I don't know.

What have you been up to?

I've tried calling you. Where you been?

Just been taking some time off

by myself down here.

- That sucks.

- No, actually it's been really good.

We've been really worried about you.

I don't need your f***in' pity.

I appreciate it,

but you both have enough

of your own problems to deal with, OK?

Whatever our town was fighting about,

the feeling of fear and waiting...

it all seems so distant now.

I guess those aren't the pieces you remember.

Now I close my eyes

and try and go back there.

I've seen Winter around some

over the years and he's only gotten weirder.

Sometimes what he's become

changes how I remember him.

Sometimes it doesn't.

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