American Hero Page #4

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you do not curse in this house.

Okay. Well, you know what?

Thanks a lot, Melvin. You're a dick.

- Can't wait to meet, Ryan. He sounds lovely.

- F*** off.

- Are you feeling okay?

- Sure, Mom. Never better.

I've been living here

about thirty-five years.

I seen all kinda changes,

but nothing to compare to Katrina.

She just come along

and blew everything away.

We gets all kinda hurricanes

around these parts.

But we ain't never seen

nothing like her before.

Man, the Lord was angry.

People was floating along the streets.

Dogs! Families standing on rooftops...

Crying 'cause they ain't gots

no home no more.

My old man, he a booze hound,

he been on the ward for years.

And my boy, Deon... he in the pen.

So me?

I gots no one to help me.

So I sank to my knees

and I asked the Lord to help me.

The Lord come.

Melvin.

Melvin, that's what!

He showed up when the storm was raging

and I was cowering in my kitchen

like a kicked dog, roof clean gone.

And he led me out to safety.

Storm passed, sun came out...

wind died down. I come home...

my roof is on.

How... how you gonna

explain sh*t like that?

The brown current ran swiftly

out of the heart of darkness.

And Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too.

And Kurtz's life was running swiftly, too.

Genius.

As Conrad got older, he wrote less.

He eventually settled in England.

Didn't care much for public

scrutiny or adoration.

Guess he just wanted to be

out in the country by himself.

Like Conrad, Mom was

a reclusive writer as well.

Listen to this.

The day broke gray and dull. God!

I mean, I wish I could come up

with sh*t like that.

Instead, I look out the window

and I think, oh, f***! It's raining.

Here, there's something else

I wanna read you.

F*** off.

One day, I was like I guess maybe...

it was right before Katrina. Actually,

it was a little ways before Katrina.

This f***ing family shows up

in the neighborhood, right?

And it's f***ing Mel and his mom

and his f***ing smoking hot sister.

And this black guy in a wheelchair,

named f***ing Lucille.

And f***ing Mel,

he does this weird ass trick,

where he likes stacks up

these quarters, okay?

It's like just sitting there still and all

of a sudden he starts doing this sh*t

and the quarters start lifting up, right?

And they start separating.

And I was like... looking at Lyle,

we're both like, what the f***, man?

Now, we're just like f***ing boys, I mean.

Lucille, Mel, Lucas, Lyle, me,

we're like family. You know what I mean?

- How much you got, Lyle?

- Eighty dollars.

- Sh*t, get as much as you can get.

- Think I got enough for that...

- Quarter?

- Alright, man.

See if they'll roll one up for me.

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