El Bola Page #3

If you'd cooperate he

wouldn't have to be here.

I wash myself everyday.

You wash your face, that's not enough.

I wash more than my face.

I don't want to argue.

See you later.

Where are you going?

To hang out.

It's the anniversary of your

brother's death.

You want me to stay?

No, go on.

Go hang out.

That's all you do, hang out

in the f***ing street.

Let him go.

It wouldn't kill him

to stay home for once.

I'd say.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- I thought you weren't coming.

- I got tied up.

- Why are you dressed like that?

- No reason.

It's only my dad's studio.

That's not why.

- Come on, let's go.

- Is it far?

The studio?

Yeah.

6 metro stops.

Come on.

What an outfit.

- Hi, Dad.

- Hi.

- What's up, monster?

- Hi.

Why are you here?

I came to see you.

I can see that.

Did you tell your mom?

Yeah.

He didn't tell her.

That wasn't very convincing.

Ever seen this before?

No.

Here's the design.

- Is the dragon finished?

- You can't see it now.

- Just let Pellet see it.

- No, Alfredo.

Go on, let him see it.

Hey, you f*ggot.

I'm on my way over.

No, he can't.

No, he said he had stuff to do.

The other one's for you?

Thanks.

- This one's mine?

- Yeah.

Alfredo says he wants to

come to the studio sometime.

You've got some nerve.

Skipping school, dropping

by without notice,

and next the recording studio.

You live like a king.

You've got some nerve.

You always tell me to enjoy life.

Yeah, but not so much.

And you're pushing it.

Alfonso, are you free later?

You're not going home?

No. But you can take the metro, right?

Or do you need a chauffeur?

- Where are you going?

- To see Felix

at the hospital.

So are you free?

No way.

Come on.

Come with me.

No.

- Why not?

- No.

He's okay. He's fine.

So was Hendrix and he

didn't even recognize me.

I just talked to him. He asked

about you.

No, Jose.

- I don't get you.

- You don't?

It's simple. I'm tired of seeing

my friends die. I've spent

3 years burying my friends. I

don't want to see Felix like that.

I don't want to remember him that way.

Dad, can I come with you?

No, I've told you a

hundred times. You can't.

Why not?

Don't make me say it again!

Who's Felix?

My godfather.

What's wrong with him?

He has Aids.

- That's why your pop won't let you?

- Yeah.

I want to see him, though.

I'll go tomorrow at playtime.

They won't let you in.

I don't care. I'll sneak in.

Hey.

- What?

- Come with me.

I can't miss class.

Next weekend if you want.

No, I'm going tomorrow.

Come and meet him. He's

cool, and he'll like you.

I can't. I would if I could, I swear.

How will you get out?

Through the front door, how do you think?

The door's locked. I know a better way.

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