Rumble Fish Page #4

like a million times.

- What?

- I was explaining to this girl...

What are you doing here?

Those are my mother's cigarettes.

What are you doing?

You know, when I was a girl,

my boyfriend took me places.

- Mother!

- Hurry up!

Listen, listen,

I'll take you somewhere, babe.

- Don't worry. It never mattered.

- We'll go to that Matoaka concert tonight.

Then maybe afterwards...

Maybe afterwards we'll...

you know, go somewhere private.

You can't afford the tickets.

It doesn't matter.

No, no! I'll get some money.

Then, you know, just get dolled up

and don't worry about that.

I'll come by and pick you up

around seven or eight.

OK.

Patty!

Get in the house!

See you tonight.

- Hi.

- Move it!

Just f***ing move it.

What are you?

Charming.

What is this, huh?

What is this?

He just gets back, you're already

hanging around bugging with him. Why?

Why do you dislike me so much?

I mean, I've always tried

to be your friend.

I didn't say I dislike you.

I just don't like

substitute teachers

living in my building.

What is this?

Just cos you read the same books

as him? It doesn't mean sh*t!

It means nothing!

You don't know him.

You don't know him.

You know nothing, man!

I know.

You're just another one of his chicks.

He don't like you

any more than the rest of 'em.

He doesn't like me now.

Period. Oh!

What's the matter?

You shooting up?

F***ing heroin, man!

Me and him, we never did dope.

It ruined the gangs,

it ruined everything.

If I ever caught my girlfriend doing

that sh*t, I'd break her f***ing arm!

Only her arm?

I wish he would show me

that much mercy.

I'm not hooked, though.

You see, I just thought

it might help me a little bit.

I thought he was gone for good.

And I was wrong.

But I was right.

No, no, no, no! You were wrong.

You're wrong.

You're f***ing wrong, man! He's back!

Always talking crazy!

Poor kid!

Looks like you're messed up

all the time now, one way or the other.

I'm OK.

- Let's go get a bite to eat.

- Hey.

- What?

- Hey.

- Hey!

- What?

- Hey.

- I'm all right.

Hey... Why?

- About what?

- Why?

- Oh, f***!

- Hey.

Hey! Why? Why?

No, no. Don't tell me "f***". Why?

Huh?

- Let's get something to eat.

- Talk to me. Why?

- Why?

- Why what?

Why are you f***ed up all the time,

one way or another?

Huh?

I don't know.

Hey, sweetie. Hey!

Ah!

Both of you are home?

Hey, Dad,

you got any money I can borrow?

Haven't seen you for quite some time.

I was home last night, Dad.

I didn't notice.

I need some money, Pops.

Are you ill, Russell James?

I got cut in a knife fight.

- Yeah, really?

- Yeah.

Really?

Strange lives you two lead.

Yeah, right.

Strange? At least I ain't

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