Josie Page #2

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Hold up, hold up.

That guy lives here?

Who, Hank?

Yeah.

He's the parking

lot guy at school.

Oh, he is? I didn't know.

I cannot believe you

live next to that guy.

He sits out there all

day in that shitty truck

making sure no one leaves

when they ain't supposed to.

He's been a Goddamn thorn in

my dick since I was a freshman.

He seems nice.

He helped me move in here.

Yeah, well he ain't,

okay? He's a weirdo.

Besides it doesn't even

look like he did much, anyway.

You didn't even

finish moving in.

Sure I am, I got all

I need right here.

Where are your

parents gonna stay?

It's just me,

this is my place.

Alone?

Yup.

I'll be God damned.

That's the coolest f***ing

thing I've ever heard of.

You've got your own place?

Mhmm.

No parentals, no

grandparents.

Nope.

Damn.

If this was me, there'd

be a party in this

motherf***er every day.

I dunno about that, but at

least we can have a beer

without anybody

saying sh*t.

Now that don't mean that

we're gonna get shithoused

or that we aren't gonna

get our work done.

It just means that we

can be grown about it.

Alright, yeah.

Grown, yeah, I like that.

Alright, to being grown.

That is not how grown

people drink their beer.

Then you ain't never

seen my mama drink.

So, how, how the hell does

a girl in high school get

to live on her own?

Uh, well, my dad's in

the military, so he was

stationed all over the

place, and last year when

he got stationed in

Germany, my mama went with

him, but I'd had enough

and they emancipated me.

Damn, that's pretty

cool of them.

Yep, it was.

Anyway, let's get this

work out of the way.

[relaxed country music]

When the moonlight

turns the ocean blue to silver

And my dreams...

Boo!

[laughing] Oh, god!

You gonna let me in, or am

I gonna have to boot you, man?

Wow, you let a little girl

frighten you like that?

What kind of

guard are you?

Well, I didn't see you and

you shouldn't be sneaking

up on people

like that anyway.

Oh, relax. It was funny.

Ooh, wow!

What are you doing

out here anyway?

Shouldn't you be in class?

I came to say hey!

Marcus told me you

worked out here.

Yeah, we got paired up on

a thing on my first day.

It's nice to have a

friend or two already.

Yeah, Marcus.

He's something.

What, you don't like him?

He ain't never been,

let's say, cooperative.

Well, I like him just fine.

So, this is a day

in the office.

Yeah.

Well, could be worse.

It's nice to get to

listen to country music

all afternoon.

You like country?

Of course.

Just the real

stuff, though.

My pop left behind a bunch

of records and my mama

would always play

Carters, Merle, Willy.

Stuff like that.

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