Where the Day Takes You Page #3

Yeah, later. Hey, Crasher, come here.

Come here, man.

INTERVIEWER:
So why do you think

so many kids come out here?

KING:
Most kids come out to L.A.

looking for Hollywood.

BRENDA:
Told you everything

would be cool, didn't I?

Usually, it's not what they expect.

You're from Chicago?

Yeah.

Crasher, I went in lockup for two months,

I get out, and everything turns to sh*t.

I took a zip gun off

of Little J tonight.

And Greg is off,

tweaking his brains out.

And where the hell is my girlfriend?

I don't know.

Huh?

I don't know.

Well, what the f***

do you know about?

Well, don't look at me

like it's my fault.

Crasher, man, you f***ed me.

I asked you to look out

for everyone.

Well, you shouldn't

have done that.

That was a mistake.

I mean, sh*t, man,

nobody listens to me.

You're the only one

they listen to.

Sh*t, I'm older than you,

and I don't get that kind of respect.

Before you start pointing fingers,

you take a look in that f***ing mirror.

That's the guy

you wanna blame.

You know, it's pretty lame

how you got busted that way.

You know, and then you

just, like, disappear

and figure, well, I'm just gonna,

like, keep tabs on everybody?

Well, guess again, pal.

On Devon?

Yeah.

I'm sorry, man...

but it's not my fault.

I didn't have anyone else

I could ask.

What are you doing?

You stink.

That's you, man.

It's not me.

It's you.

It's not me.

Someone could be dying in the f***ing

streets, and they won't do a thing.

But if you just so happen

to jaywalk,

10 of them will come out

of the woodwork.

Sh*t, I got busted last week

for jaywalking.

J:
You got busted for being too fat.

Shut up, d*ckhead!

Oh, King. King, the trolls are

partying tonight at the Western squat.

King?

Why doesn't anybody

f***ing listen to me around here?

Hey, Mouse. How old are you?

Almost 18.

How come you moved to Holly-weird?

Just wanted to.

You wanna be a movie star, don't you?

No.

Yeah, you do.

No, I don't.

Why not?

I'm gonna be one.

Yeah, after you lose

about 100 pounds.

Brenda, I think you have star quality.

Yeah. Julia Roberts,

eat your heart out, baby.

Yeah, Sleeping With the Fat Girl.

BRENDA:
F*** you!

F*** you, you stupid b*tch.

KING:
Hey, J.

J:
Why don't you sit the f*** down.

BRENDA:
Don't touch me.

KING:
Hey, I had to sleep with

somebody for this big f***ing joint.

No, I didn't.

Crasher. Have you seen Devon?

Is she here?

No, I ain't seen her,

but Tommy Ray is over there.

Is that right?

Yeah.

Tommy.

TOMMY:

Holy sh*t.

Well, well, well. If it ain't the King

and his little band of butt pirates.

J:
Hey, f*** you, man.

F*** me? That's what I got in mind.

Who is this guy right here?

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