Life Is Hot in Cracktown Page #3

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But I'm still hungry.

You're always hungry, girl.

Let me tell you something.. I was

this close of getting a job today.

You know what that means?!

It means we can get out of here.

We can get out of this place.

Would you drink it slow!?

Don't drink it down like a pig.

Stop that!

Stop that!

Where'd you get

the money for food?

Huh?

Grabbing on the corner.

You got anything left?

Nope.

Where' you goin'?

Out.

- Don't you want something to eat?

- Nope.

I can make something.

Grab some more money, ok?

Hey.

How much did he have?

- Hey man.

- Willy. Hey.

You wanna go check out the hoes?

Yeah!

Then later we can go

through the dumpsters.

Yeah, cool!

What' up man?!

Wow, look at that.

We gotta try and get

some of that action.

Those girls be

needing better pimps.

Check out Melody..

Looking all grown-up and sh*t.

Her mom's a real pimp, old man.

Wait!

This time he's fine.

- The noise is crying, it's fine..

- I know, but it's different..

No, c'mon Cet, don't do this to me.

- No! Shh..

If it's fine, I'll be right back,

it's just it sounds different.

It's ok.

Ramon, what's wrong with you, huh?

What's wrong with you?

No, no, no, watch when you get old,

I'm gonna get you so good.

I'm gonna get you so good.

No, no, no.

Ok, ok, ok.

No, no, no.

Come here.

Yes.

There's.. There's nothing

even wrong with you, huh?

Come here.

You're so gorgeous.

How beautiful you are..

Ok, ok, ok.

Hey.

I think he's being good.

I think he is.

Yeah, shh shhh..

Ok, ok, ok.

What..

What're you doing?!

Honey?!

Oh my God..

Thanks, that was great baby.

You're welcome, daddy.

Whoa, I gotta go,

I'm late, come on.

Wait a minute,

I got you something.

What you..

you got me something?

Sure can't be..

You got something for me?!

B*tch, where' you get this?

Last night on the job, there was

all these jewelry and sh*t.

JR couldn't sell this,

so I kept it.

Thank you.

You know I was thinkin' maybe we could like,

stay home tonight, you don't need to go out.

We got enough money for the week..

Baby get those dishes,

I need to be pullin' myself together.

Dishes..

Marybeth..

- What's up?

- Let's get out of here.

No, one more, one more..

Then we'll be good for the week.

We're already good for the week.

Please..

Be quiet.

Motherf***er.

What the f*** am I doin'?

Living in a f***ing freak show.

Wherever we go, people

laugh and stare and..

pointin'..

Like we're creatures from

another unisphere or some sh*t..

Waste of life..

that's what she is.

Wish she was f***ing dead.

- Who're you talking to?

- What?

I didn't know where you were..

I.. I..

I just..

We gotta go to Ridley's, I promised her

we would stop by, on our way home.

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