
Ken Park
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- 2002
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(2.00 / 1 vote)I used to be friends
with this guy.
His name was Ken Park.
His name spelled backwards was
Krap Nek, and I used to tease him.
One day after school
I heard he blew his brains out.
I don't think I had anything to do
with it, but l still feel guilty.
Krap Nek.
This is Krap Nek
when he was age 11.
His mother told me he was buried
in his lucky motorcycle jacket.
She said his toothbrush
is missing.
She told me that
she could feel his spirit.
From left to right:
There's Claude, Peaches,
Mike, Tate,
and that's me on the end.
Shawn's my name.
We all live in a little town
in California called Visalia.
It's pretty boring but sometimes
when we get together we have fun.
Shawn is one of my best friends.
He's young,
but he's kind of smart.
Once we were driving and he threw
a tennis ball at an old lady.
He made us stop the car.
He got out and apologized.
-Do you love me?
-No, I hate you.
-Say it, you little b*tch!
-Get off me!
-Say I'm the master!
-Get off me!
Say I'm the master!
-"Shawn, master of the universe."
-F*** you, motherf***er!
-Get off! You're not, you f*ggot!
-Say you love me.
-Say I'm the master!
-I hate you, you freaking f*ggot!
-You're a loser!
-You just can't f***ing say it.
-Say you love me.
-Get off!
Say you love me, b*tch.
I hate you!
Say I'm the master,
say you love me!
I love you.
Don't cry.
Oh, God!
You love me and I love you.
Go to school.
-What's up with you guys?
-I hate him.
-Give me a cigarette.
-I only have one left.
Your brother told me
to tell you to f*** yourself.
Good.
Hey, Zoe.
Where's daddy?
Work.
Where's mommy?
Hey, Shawn.
Hey.
Can I eat you out?
Not now, I'm folding.
Lend a hand.
When I was little,
Claude saved me from drowning.
We used to play doctor.
He tries to act tough, but deep
down inside he's a soft teddy bear.
Come on.
One more. I want to see
the veins pop out of your head!
You can do it.
Come on.
-Spot me, Claude.
-I got it.
Hand me the towel.
You want a go now?
No, I don't feel like lifting.
-Come on, I'll spot you.
-No, thanks. I don't feel like it.
-You could do that once.
-That's all right, do some more.
Come on, it's all set up.
Let's go for it.
No meat on those bones,
look at that.
It's not me.
-Come on, you can do it.
-No, I don't want to.
-I'll take some off it for you.
-Go ahead, do some more.
Well, you know why
Why?
Because I got muscles.
Come and feel it.
Come on.
Yeah, yeah.
The first time she met me,
she just stared at them.
You got a girlfriend?
Not a full time. Not a girlfriend.
I see some girls, though.
Not a girlfriend.
You got a boyfriend?
What the f*** is that?
-What the f***'s that!
-Yeah, what the f*** is that?
-Don't say f***, I'm your father.
-F***.
You f***ing those girls?
-Yeah, some of them.
-Yeah?
Let me ask you something.
You consider yourself a winner?
-I don't know.
-You don't know?
You know, Claude, sometimes
I look at you and I feel ashamed.
Seems like you can't do
nothing right.
You can't even wear your pants
right. Pull your pants up!
You can't even walk in those things.
What do you wear them like that for?
I'm not a weightlifter,
I skate.
You're just going to be a punk,
aren't you?
What's it to you?
I'm your father.
Pull your pants up
and wear them right.
I look at you like that,
and I feel sick.
My stomach actually feels sick.
I get up in the morning, I see you,
and I get off to a bad day.
Because I'm ashamed.
Your mother thinks
you're a fairy.
Peaches has the nicest
She's a real woman.
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