Gummo Page #6

Will you kiss me?

You're not gay.

lt's all right.

My mother rejected me,

my father rejected me.

There was no love

in the household.

l was beaten, l was abused.

l had people stick sh*t

up my rectum.

Will you hug me? Just hug me.

-l'll give you a hug, man.

-Just hug me.

Seriously,

just calm down, just hug me.

Just give me some warmth.

Just hug.

Just hug me for a little bit,

because l'm so lonely.

l'm so--l've got no one.

There's no one left.

l've got no one left.

l've got no one to love me

anymore.

l'll die here on this couch

with you.

My father worked the late shift

as a bathroom attendant.

My father was mugged

on Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

For the rest of his days

on earth...

my father never celebrated

this holiday.

-With my sister.

-With your sister?

Wait till her husband finds out.

Oh, sh*t,

don't do nothing about it.

You'll come up dead,

laying in a ditch.

Yeah, you did, you liar.

No, l didn't. l never hit it.

Well, shoot,

you never know about that.

You Jarrod Wiggley?

You know Huntz?

He told me some stuff about you.

What did he say?

He said you'd been killing cats.

For, like, the past three weeks.

When do you go out?

Do it during the day usually?

No. l do it mostly at night.

You shoot 'em?

No. l put glass in tuna fish.

But mostly, l sprinkle poison

around the dumpsters...

like in the corners...

or around back

behind the church over there.

Huntz said

you take care of your granny.

Yeah. She's sick.

How old is she?

She's, like, l don't know,

probably ninety or ninety-one.

-Do you bathe her?

-Yeah.

l have to scrub her off

with a big sponge.

Do you have to change

her diaper?

Yeah. l hate that sh*t.

l hate all that sh*t.

Does she speak to herself?

No. She don't speak anymore.

She's catatonic.

She used to speak to herself.

She'd watch game shows...

and yell out

stuff to herself all the time.

She used to throw darts, right?

Yeah.

She used to have a dartboard.

So now you just take care

of your granny?

You kill cats, too?

l'm sick of everything.

l can't understand what the f***

is wrong with people...

in this world.

They sit around. They don't know

what the f*** is going on.

-They're stupid.

-F***, they're ignorant.

They're--they're f***ers.

l f***in' hate myself.

They--they--they...

sit there in their pretend

little lives...

in their homes...

Hold on. Cassidey.

What's up, man?

-How you doin'?

-Good. You?

Yeah, good.

You guys ride your bikes

over here?

You bring me--

You brought my money?

-Yeah. Right here.

-Good.

Come on, let's go in the house.

Come on.

Man.

l got to tell you,

she had a migraine headache...

earlier today.

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