Ken Park

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 bitch!

-Get off me!

-Say I'm the master!

-Get off me!

Say I'm the master!

-"Shawn, master of the universe."

-F*ck you, motherf*cker!

-Get off! You're not, you faggot!

-Say you love me.

-Say I'm the master!

-I hate you, you freaking faggot!

-You're a loser!

-You just can't f*cking say it.

-Say you love me.

-Get off!

Say you love me, bitch.

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*ck 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

your mother married me?

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*ck is that?

-What the f*ck's that!

-Yeah, what the f*ck is that?

-Don't say f*ck, I'm your father.

-F*ck.

You f*cking 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

peach smell about her.

She's a real woman.

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