Buddy Hutchins Page #3

But, it's nice

that you came out.

Mom's happy to see you.

You ain't exactly living on

f***ing welfare, you know?

So maybe you could

toss her a few bucks.

I'll consider it.

Thanks.

You playing a

game on that thing?

Nope.

What are you doing?

Texting Beth.

What's she up to?

Mommy was helping her.

Mommy's at Beth's?

Yep.

How's Sue?

She's good.

What'd you guys do?

Just girl stuff.

That's it?

Yep, that's it.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Saturday, me and

Troy are going to,

catch up and shoot some pool.

That's cool.

So, if you wanted to have

a girls' night or whatever...

Yeah. Maybe.

Dude, why are you

smoking that girly sh*t?

I mean, I'm supposed to, you

know, like, quit one vice.

An electric cigarette?

- Yeah.

- Really?

Dude, I need something

with a kick.

Can you imagine listening

to your frickin' daughter

screeching this f***ing music

all day long for this musical

and trying to combat it

with an electric cigarette?

No way.

I need something

with more of a kick.

Electric weed.

That's what I'm talking about.

That's not part of the program.

Electric cocaine.

Electric cocaine.

That's definitely not

part of the program.

F*** the program!

Wh... Sh*t.

Here come your kids.

- Yo, later. Bye.

- See you, bro.

Hey!

There's my little Beyonc.

Hi, Beth.

Hey, Mr. Hutchins.

- How are you?

- Good.

- How was rehearsal?

- Good.

Hey, Don.

Hey, Buddy.

What you been up to?

You know, man.

Just busy working.

You working?

Put in some overtime?

Yeah. Yeah.

What do you mean, man?

See you around.

Yeah.

So, let's head home, all right?

Okay.

When's Troy coming down?

I'm going up there.

Really?

Yep.

See you tomorrow.

Tell him I said hi.

I will.

I'll see you soon, okay?

- Okay.

- Promise?

You f***ing b*tch.

You motherf***er.

You're f***ing me wife?

- Buddy.

- Shut up!

- Hey!

- Shut the f*** up!

Stop it.

Shut the f*** up.

- F***... F***...

- Buddy, stop it!

F*** you, you hooker.

I'm out of here.

You know what?

I've had enough.

You're out of here?

Yeah, why don't you f***ing go?

- Stop it!

- Why don't you f***ing go?

He threw the first punch.

I mean, he's crazy.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

And what's you're

relationship to him?

That's my husband.

He's the father of my kids.

- Okay.

- He's been drinking.

And the other guy is...?

The guy I'm seeing.

Okay.

Evelyn.

Did he touch you?

You shouldn't get up so fast.

How could you do this to me?

Things haven't been the same.

Where is that f***ing midget?

- How long has this been going on?

- Excuse me, Mr. Hutchins...

- How long?!

- Buddy, calm down.

- You f***ing slut!

- Hey, Mr. Hutchins.

- See, I told you.

- Relax, okay?

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