Goat Page #2

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-F*** do I know?

You know what

I think?

I think you were

looking for drugs.

I think you were trying

to buy drugs

from these guys,

and things got

out of hand.

It happens.

This I can help you with.

I wasn't trying

to buy drugs.

Okay.

Not trying to buy drugs.

[sniffs]

I don't know what

else to tell you.

You go home and

get some rest.

We'll follow up.

F***.

[grunting]

[painful squealing]

[motor whirring]

What are you

doing here?

Want a beer?

Yeah.

-Nice to see you.

-Yeah. You, too.

Get off Facebook.

-Thanks, man.

-Gotcha.

So what you

been up to?

Yeah, dude. I'm sorry

I haven't been

back before now.

I've just been

crazy busy. You know?

How you doing?

Good.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Mom said you're thinking

about bailing on school.

I'm not bailing on it.

I just don't know if I can

get all my sh*t together

before the fall,

you know.

But you're already

accepted for the fall.

Plus Phi Sig is

only rushing in the fall.

I don't know, man.

I'm not putting

any pressure on you.

I'm just saying.

You should come

this weekend, though.

We're throwing a huge party

at the lake.

I think Leah is

gonna be there.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sure you do know.

[laughing]

You're gonna...

You know, like

a little ass grab?

-[laughing]

-Oh, Jesus Christ.

Okay.

-Yeah?

-Yeah, I'll come for

the weekend.

F***, yeah!

Just for the weekend,

though.

Yeah.

It's all you need.

Just...

Get right in there,

grab that ass.

[laughing]

Oh, Jesus.

It's good to

see you, man.

You too, bro.

[clinks bottles]

[rock music playing]

-Whoa!

-Ho!

Lando!

How you doing, man?

-Hi. How you been?

-You look good.

You all right?

Hey, man.

How are you?

-How you been?

-Good.

-Good to see you.

-You too, man.

-Brought the beer.

-Here you go.

Welcome, Lands.

-Thanks, man.

-Say hello, everybody.

Brett? Brett!

Come over here,

you f***ing a**hole.

Couple of

my brothers here.

Yeah, good to meet you.

Whoo!

[general chatter]

So where you been

all summer?

Just had some sh*t

I had to deal with

back home.

Yo, Brad got f***ing

rolled up on

by some white trash

f***ing rednecks, man.

Those townie dudes

in Dawson are no joke, man.

They know they got

nothing to lose.

These motherfuckers are

literally on their way

to jail,

and they figure sh*t they

can put you in the hospital

at the same time is better.

So what happened?

They beat my ass,

stole my car.

I'm just saying, man,

you creep up on a dude

like that behind his back,

you're straight p*ssy, man.

I'll say this, though.

My boy Brad knows

how to take

a f***ing punch, man.

Unlike some of us.

Oh! What...

Why are you

flinching, Baity?

F*** you.

[laughter]

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