Antibirth Page #3

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- Yeah, but I woke up here.

- Looks like you got

your appetite back.

- Oh, yeah.

You know,

you go to these doctors..

...and they don't give a sh*t,

they don't care.

You know, it's just in, out,

give you some pills.

Sh*t, man, I got pills.

Mm, I gotta go into work,

man, 'cause I am broke.

- How long you been out?

- Well..

Well...I had to go out

all weekend.

You know,

i gotta pick up a shift

'cause after that,

i got nothing.

- Can't you just go down

to Tonya's, work in her store?

- No, man, f*** that.

I mean..

...it's basically impossible

to get in there on time,

you know?

I mean, I kinda need

to make my own hours.

- It's gonna be alright, Lou.

- So sick of this sh*t, man.

I live in a goddamn dump, Sadie.

I mean, I can barely

even take care of myself

let alone some weird

immaculate conception sh*t.

- Sh*t, look at that.

Hey, come on,

remember that place?

That's the buck lanes.

They turned it into

a f***in' funzone?

- No, the parties are not gonna

be the same around there, man.

- For pizza and bowling

lots and lots of crazy fun.

- Go, Lou.

- Come on!

- Parking lot.

- Good job, good job.

- Oh!

- It's the third time

you sent her out tonight.

- She's popular,

what can I say?

- Can I, can I get

one of those baggies?

- I'd be making a whole lot

more money if it wasn't for you.

- I need the stimulation.

- Don't give me that sh*t.

- Hello.

- Hey, why don't you back off,

weirdo.

- Weirdo.

- Yeah.

You look weird.

What, are you interested

in cars?

- I'm more interested

in what's inside.

- Oh?

Well, it looks like

she's almost done.

But it's a little extra

if you wanna watch.

- Lou!

Lou!

You alright?

- Uh, hey.

You know, sometimes these

squatters come around here.

Thought I heard someone

banging around outside.

- Well, you should

get that fixed.

- Oh, yeah.

- Yeah.

- It's old, but it's free.

- Hey, that's a nice ride,

looks sweet.

- Yeah, it was my dad's.

He drove it out here once,

he never used it again.

- You sure are way

the f*** out here.

Let's get outta here, man.

Let's go.

Alrighty.

- You got a haircut?

- Don't mess my hair, man.

- I'm not messing

your hair up.

I'm helping your hair.

- It took me a while

to fix it.

- My problem was never

your looks.

It was always

just your attitude.

- What do you mean

my attitude? What's wrong

with my attitude?

- Do I look really f***in'

bloated to you?

Or is that my imagination?

Let me tell you what I need.

Candy..

- Uh-huh.

- Money.

- Uh-huh.

- And whip-its.

- Whip-its?

- You put the little charger

in the cracker, go..

- Got it.

- And your mind goes..

Whomp, whomp, whomp.

Whomp, whomp, whomp.

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