High School Page #3

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It was like a scene from "The Fugitive,"

but with a naked kid.

Yeah, that's not really proper

pilot speak, but I guess...

I'm just saying we had

some good times.

- Yeah. Yeah, sure.

- Yeah.

The hell happened, do you think?

High school.

Yeah, no doubt.

Hey, look, you know, I was driving

by the old 'hood yesterday.

You remember that tree house,

that lockbox we built?

Yeah, sure. Still there?

Wanna go find out?

- Awesome.

- Oh, my God.

What?

Oh, man, all this sh*t was

so important back in the day, man.

- Henry:
Look at these.

- What?

- You look like a fat Billy Ray Cyrus.

- Yo, wait, man.

We should be fuckir high for this.

This is pharmaceutical-grade

Hindu Kush.

What? Do you have

a prescription for weed?

- You don't?

- What? What does that...

You haven't gotten

high before, have you?

You're afraid you're gonna end up

ripping down big loads

in a cave

with the Shoe Bomber?

Getting high, it's... it's like freedom.

Smells, tastes, feelings...

they all become, like,

four-dimensional.

When everyting irie,

everyting go twing twing.

Yeah, let me...

- F*** it.

- Be somebody.

So it begins.

Can't wait to have an ex-wife, man.

Can't wait for that sh*t.

Whers the good part kick in?

Like the... like

the fourth-dimensional stuff.

I want the freedom.

Whers the freedom kick in, Breaux?

L... I want the freedom.

Should we even be here right now?

I mean, won't people

get suspicious?

I mean, they'll call the cops,

send helicopters.

I hate f***ing helicopters.

No, nobody's gonna

do anything, man.

We're trespassing.

I mean, do you feel this?

'Cause, holy sh*t, I mean,

I don't even think this is...

Oh, God.

- You okay?

- The freedom hasn't

kicked in yet, a**hole!

Hey, what we need to do

right now is just relax.

F***, God damn it!

Where are you?!

Where the f*** are you?!

Helicopters everywhere!

Everywhere!

Breaux over radio: Uh, looking

for the kid who just jerked off. Over.

Did he just come? Over.

Negativo, Ghost Rider.

Looking for a case of blue balls. Over.

There were helicopters.

They were hunting me down.

- It's your phone.

- Sh*t.

What time is it?

Party time.

- Hey.

- Girl:
Henry, where are you?

- I'm so sorry.

- We're all here waiting for you.

- Yeah, I'll be there in 20. F***!

- What's going on?

I'm borrowing this. I gotta go

to the annual bake sale prep.

- Can you drive?

- You wanna go now?

Yeah. Yeah, I wanna go now.

All right, man.

Well, I want some road-head, then.

I hope you're good

at swallowing, bro.

It's how I like it.

- Ahh.

- We need some more green.

- Boy:
She's got ass for days.

- Boner.

Hey, Sharky. What's crackir?

What's crack-a-lackir?

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