Dark Days Page #6

My father was a dope fiend,

an alcoholic.

My mother, she didn't give a f***.

She let my father beat on her,

beat on me and my sisters.

She wouldn't say anything.

She wouldn't do anything.

You know?

I haven't spoken to them in 10 years,

and I don't care to.

I don't give a damn about 'em.

They can rot in hell.

They had 16 years to love me

and treat me like a son...

and much less treat me

like a human being.

They couldn't do it then,

and they couldn't do it now.

So I don't give a damn about 'em.

They gave me life, and that's enough.

That's all I thank them for.

All right. Here go the egg.

- What are you making?

- Corn bread.

Country corn bread.

Here go the meal.

Add a little water.

How'd you learn

to make that?

Well, when you're

from the country,

you learn how to raise it,

grind it and cook it.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah.

Pull it, shell it, get it brown.

And if it don't go right then,

there ain't no right in it.

Down, motherf***er. Get down.

Get down. Get the hell down.

F***.

Motherf***er bites, man.

And all he does is go for

the f***in' hand, man.

All right. All right, get down.

Get down. Stay there.

That's all he does is go for the hands.

He don't bullshit, bro.

Uh!

Motherf***er kicks my ass.

This buttermilk makes it taste better.

You can always make it without it.

Sweet milk makes it more kind of crumbly.

Buttermilk makes it go together better.

And gives it a sort of better taste too.

Being homeless, you can, like,

consider grow down here.

Because if you're homeless on the street-

Some of 'em have just what they got in

their arms or a little pack on their back.

If they get caught in the rain,

they ain't got sh*t.

Just, like, simple as that.

So if you're homeless,

this is the best spot.

You got a door to lock on it.

You got a Frigidaire.

Where you can come in,

have just what you want to eat

'cause you got somewhere to cook it.

You can go buy.

I think these done. I'll take

this top off and let 'em brown.

That ain't gonna do much brownin'

with that top on 'em.

You got a TV.

Up top, if you see a TV,

you're peeping in a store window.

You know? So that's like-

well, you know, like growin' down here...

compared to being homeless

anywhere, you know?

Here.

Yeah. These are my doggies.

This is Ladybugs, the mommy.

I've had her for about four years.

And these are her little kids.

This is her little boy.

This is Junior.

And the other two are little girls.

This is Princess.

She has a bad leg.

She once fell off the roof.

Which is the reason why I built the pen-

to keep 'em up here so they're safe.

Plus so they don't wander

all over the place.

Come here, Fatty.

Come here, Fatty.

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