Four Boxes Page #3

Yeah.

I'm always stoned, Trevor?

Is that it?

It helps me balance.

Actually, I'm thinking

this is maybe Europe.

God!

I should not have shown you

that website, man.

I forgot how you get all...

- Ease up, man.

- What'd I do?

You stoned, too?

Yeah.

I could not live

in a dirty shithole like that.

I swear to God.

I second that emotion.

What you doing, bro?

Dude, not everything

is a Stephen King book, yo.

Are you having your period?

My bad.

- She's the one that got me riled.

- What'd I do?

"Thistle, your tits are hot,

but your singing sucks".

Like, who would take the time

to sit down and type this?

- Dudes.

- Oh, this guy.

Dudes, dudes, dudes, dudes!

Oh.

Told you everything

on the Web is bullshit.

I'm outie.

Amber!

I'm gonna run and get a southwestern

ranch hand on ciabatta.

You want one?

Okay.

Awesome.

Where's the Subway?

By BP.

Finally got

a remote car starter, huh?

Total lifesaver, Trevor.

BRB.

Southwestern rizzle hiii-zz.

Sauce?

Three cheddar churn?

Hmm. Nice.

Where's Rob?

Sleeping.

Gotta hit the gym.

Gettin' fat.

Tell me about it, dawg.

What happened

to your Saturn?

Oh, I backed into a pole

at work.

I screwed up the wheels

but good.

Drunk?

Mm, yeah.

I was celebrating.

I had a big gig

at Tracey's store.

The candle and incense store

at Tamarack?

That was your big gig?

Yeah, Trevor.

It was a great turnout.

Thought it closed.

This was before,

a while ago.

Rob ever find out

about the shitface shack?

No.

And he better not.

I'm really with him now, Trevor.

I'm 30 years old.

I'm finally in a place where

I have to think about my future.

- I gotta grow up.

- I know.

I'm going to bed.

I get it.

I know.

Trevor... grown-ups do

what they don't wanna do.

I know!

Awesome!

Yes!

Oh, God! Yes!

Oh, no...

Awesome!

Dot.

Watching.

I'm dot.

House.

My...

Have you...

If...

"If you have my money,

you never leave this house alive.

I'm watching".

What the f***?

Who wrote that?

Oh... man.

Hey, Rob!

God damn, dude!

Smoking again?

I so gotta quit.

Ew...

I need some gum bad.

Check this.

Oh, my God.

What the f***?

And I think that leaf blower...

just blew the shniked

out of a kitty cat.

Okay, I'm sorry, this site

is getting really wack.

Mmm.

Are you still on Ambien?

I have nightmares, Trevor.

Somebody should get all up

in this a**hole's grille.

Yeah, you're right about that.

I miss my computer.

You could go home.

Mm, too scary there.

My roommate's in Tampa.

Lucky ducky.

I wanna be in Tampa.

Don't take away

Another piece of me

Don't break away

Another part of me

Don't leave me

Crying to myself

Don't make me

Come crawling back to me

I can feel my hair getting

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