Dirty Beatiful Page #4

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Yeah, I thought

about saying goodbye,

just gettin' the hell out.

But, then I thought about going

back to that tiny apartment,

that tiny life, and

I couldn't do it.

Somehow I had to make it work.

But then Kat started

sharing again,

her messed up childhood,

getting molested by someone

named Dick Outhouse,

like the most obscene,

f***ed up country song ever.

God and her stories

from the street.

I did some sh*t, ya know,

but, I never like ate out

of the garbage or anything.

I met people like

this old couple let me

sleep in their garage,

and I woke up one night,

and sweet old grandpa

is trying to finger me.

I was like, "Really."

Viagra f***in' works,

let me tell you.

Yeah, ya know, I think we

should probably head home.

I'm not feeling great.

Dude, he's talking

sh*t about me,

you brought a homeless

person back to live with you.

How f***ed up is that?

I know you've had

it rough, alright

but, if you let me I

think I can help you.

No, no, no way, no way.

I cannot stand

cigarettes, no cigarettes.

I smoke, what do

you want me to do?

Hey Marcus.

Hey, what's up dude?

Not much, this is

my girlfriend, Kat.

You have a girlfriend?

Yeah, why wouldn't I?

No reason, man.

How ya doin' Kat?

I'm great.

You're hair is amazing.

I love black guys'

hair, so thick.

Shawn's hair was super thick.

Woah.

I could just drop ecstasy

and do this all night.

Okay, cool.

I got a party to throw though.

You two should

both come by later.

Yeah, yeah, okay, maybe.

Ya know, we got a

lot a stuff to do.

No worries, alright.

Nice to meet you Kat.

Later bro.

Why can't we go?

'Cause we're still

getting to know each other.

We should be

hanging, alright, us.

You're

staring at my b*obs.

God, no.

Yes you are, all the time.

You want them?

You alright?

You seem really, really quiet.

It's okay, just do

whatever you want.

I think we should do

this another time, ya know.

When you're a

little more into it.

Whatever.

You've gotta be shitting me.

Dude, I gotta drop her

before she pukes again.

She came to my party,

she said you were tired.

She's your girl

so, I let her in.

-Goddammit, you f***ed her.

-What?

Man, she was

totally into your hair.

Dude, are you crazy, I didn't

touch her, I swear to god.

But bro, she's wild.

Okay, a lot of the

fellas up there,

they were hanging and

they were drinking.

Just sayin', you need

to put a leash on her.

I thought we went over this.

Found this plastic

bottle in the trash

when it's clearly recyclable.

Don't you get it, we are

destroying the earth, okay?

You know, in 50 years there

won't be any polar bears

because there won't be any ice

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