Jack Goes Home Page #5

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- Said, "do you wanna do

some blow?"

Do you want some or not?

If you don't snort it, I will.

- Symmetry.

See I... oh!

- So what do you say

you're doing back here

when you're all hot sh*t

parading around Hollywood?

Hmm?

- 'Cause there was an accident.

My dad got his head chopped off.

- Ah, so you're all

full of sh*t.

- Nah. No, truth, man.

He's dead.

Dead and gone.

As of... 48, 72 hours ago.

I dunno.

- You serious?

- Yeah.

Funeral's coming up.

F***.

Helluva lot a work, a funeral.

You're literally planning...

The party... of a lifetime.

Poof.

- Well...

Sh*t.

Pfft.

I know I'm supposed to say...

I'm sorry, but, um,

but I guess you're

pretty sick and tired

of hearing that by now.

So...

instead, I'll just say...

"f***, man."

- "F*** man" is good.

- Did you love him?

- My dad?

- Yeah.

- More than anything.

- Mine was a piece of sh*t.

He hated me.

No, he hated himself.

Tried to hide a lot of secrets.

And those he couldn't hide,

my mom covered up for him.

A runt and a c*nt.

A liar and a lioness.

Rawr.

- You're a child.

Who the f*** are you

to pontificate?

- Oh, man, I'm...

I'm pontificating?

- Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Probably don't even know

the meaning of the word.

- Wait. I'm sorry.

What the f*** is your problem?

- Look, Doug, Duncan,

whatever the f*** your name is,

you jerk off in your window

at me.

You seduce me with drugs.

You think you've had a rough

life at 19, but I promise you,

you have no f***ing clue

what you're talking about.

- Hmm.

F*** you.

You're a f***ing a**hole!

And, more importantly,

you're out of your goddamn mind.

: Okay.

Get yourself all tucked in.

There ya go.

I'm gonna tell you a story

and we'll record it.

That way, it's here whenever

you need to fall asleep, okay?

Hmm.

Once upon a time,

there was a little boy,

and he went to the woods

with his mother.

They planned to pick berries

and flowers of color,

but instead

the boy picked up his brother.

His brother was shy

and so very mean,

and angered himself

at all that was seen.

The angry, old brother,

he needed a friend.

"Come with me," said mother,

and she danced to the end.

The boy, he cried out,

"oh, mother, no, no!"

The mean, old brother cried:

"Let it be so!"

To their surprise,

mother flew to the sky,

darting past sadness

and what makes us cry.

"Now, my dear boys,

you see nothing is wrong,"

their mother sang loudly

amidst flight and song.

You are with me,

the sky and the sea,

you who I love

and you who love me."

The boy sat down

at the edge of the cliff,

tears in his eyes

and wondering if.

But soon he would smile,

because all the while,

it was simply a dream

and no evil scheme.

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