High School High Page #4

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blazing up a fat blunt...

rizzeezing my mizzonkey...

hitting skins with my old lady...

hanging my ass over the line,

tagging freeway bridges.

I'm down with that poetry sh*t, too.

You want to hear?

- Sure.

- All right.

"My benevolence is upset

and so is my pride

"That's why I took my b*tch

"for a ride

"I'm down with the bros

and I'm up on my shiznit

"because I love it when I'm just laid back

chilling with my b*tch"

"Whichever one of them hoes I'm with"

I call it, Love Can Be A Wonderful Thing.

Thank you, Anferny.

That was quite romantic.

Julie Rubels. Miss Rubels?

That's Mrs. Rubels.

See, right after I got out of prison,

I met Tito...

and that's when little Juan and Maria

came along.

I certainly hope

you learned a valuable lesson.

Yes.

Basically, as far as vasectomies go,

never use the home kit.

Thank you, Julie.

Griff McReynolds?

Where's Griff? Griff.

We had the pleasure

of meeting earlier today.

Hey, Griff, let me ask you something.

Where do you see yourself in, say, 20 years?

Living in your house, homes...

with your cracker ass buried

under the front porch.

Hi.

Excuse me.

Hi.

- How was your first day?

- Not bad. Not bad at all.

I think I may be reaching them.

Victoria?

Do you think

you could give me a ride home?

I seem to have misplaced my car.

Don't worry about it.

All the teachers lose their cars the first day.

Of course I'll give you a ride.

That is,

if you promise to help me chaperone...

the Welcome Back dance tonight.

Really?

I'd love to.

Great.

So I'll meet you out in the parking lot

in five minutes?

Okay.

- Tripping, right?

- Right.

All right, peep this out, y'all.

We going to pump it up a little bit like this.

Yeah.

Listen, I have a record I want you to play.

Don't you think the kids would enjoy

a nice song with a melody?

What you got, homes?

It is a rare, one-of-a-kind, original pressing.

Yeah? All right, man.

I'm going to put it on here for you.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

Yo, man, these jams be kicking, man.

You got any more of this funky fresh sh*t

lying around the crib?

- Hey.

- Hi.

You're in my history class, right?

- I'm Griff McReynolds.

- Natalie Thompson.

That was a pretty nice poem

you read in class today, Natalie.

- Thanks.

- How do you think of all that stuff?

I try not to, you know?

Is it true you used to run the gang

before Paco?

Yeah, but I'm through with gangs. Word up.

I mean, in juvie I had time to do

some thinking and some reading.

You're different from everybody else here.

Most of the boys I know,

they're all crude and immature.

Most of the time,

they just want to stare at girls' breasts.

- You know what I mean?

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