Goats Page #3

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We practice at 3:00 tomorrow.

Pick it up, fellas. Pick it up!

I have bowels that run faster than you,

let's move!

Come on, Quadzilla, pick it up.

I can't.

You can't or you won't?

You weren't joking.

You really are out of shape, huh?

I have blisters.

Did those blisters stop you

from hiking into the woods

to smoke weed with Rosenberg?

Move it, move it, move it!

Five more hills, let's go!

Hounds misses Sharky.

Let go.

Her teeth!

Here comes Mrs. Sharky!

Let go!

That one scares me a little bit.

Who are you?

I'm Bennet, Wendy's lover.

Boy, oh, boy.

Oh, yeah.

Must be nice, Javier, living here.

Rent-free, just cleaning the pool.

Taking care of the landscaping. No worries.

It is nice.

That's your name, isn't it? Javier?

Sure.

That's so funny,

you don't look like a Javier.

Right, Wendy told me

about your goat treks.

Where do you go?

- I wander.

- Where?

I can't be specific.

Why not?

It's my job.

Hmm.

What do you do?

Uh...

I'm an artist.

Do you get high?

Oh!

I've moved beyond that.

Sadness.

Hey! Quit it, Lance!

It's about time.

What's up?

I got a package to mail.

Hey, is this enough stamps?

If this is what I think it is,

you might as well

just go check yourself

into prison right now.

Once I handed it to you,

I was home free.

Not even close.

How's Ellis out there, anyway?

I haven't heard from him yet,

but I'm sure he's okay.

What about all my stamps?

Peel them off.

Hey, you wanna get high?

I can't today.

Hey, leave it.

All right, come on, goats.

Sh*t!

I don't know why you're surprised.

All stoners are unreliable.

He's not going to send you anything.

Shut the hell up.

It just doesn't make any sense.

I haven't seen him in years,

and he thinks I'm just gonna

show up on his doorstep?

Well, at least your

dad sends you letters.

Mine's not allowed to.

Look, I'll be down there in DC

for Thanksgiving, too.

We can hang out and

party in Georgetown.

What are you going to do?

Sit around here and wait for pot

in the mail that probably won't come?

Don't stay here.

It's not gonna be any fun.

You're gonna do nothing.

And you're just gonna get depressed,

all right?

Come to DC with me.

What about her?

Go ahead and ask her.

We both will.

Excuse me, ma'am?

Please don't call me ma'am.

I'm barely 31.

May we ask you a favor?

Let me guess, you go to Gates,

and you want me to buy you beer

or cigarettes or porno.

Just Budweiser.

A six pack of Budweiser.

Bottles or cans?

- Cans.

- Bottles.

Bottles.

Then she made me and Todd

watch a slide show on her laptop

of my dad kissing another man

on Poodle Beach in Rehoboth.

"There's your father, boys.

"There's your father and his boyfriend,

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