Some Kind of Hate Page #3

You look like take a shower.

Don't let me stop you.

It's okay.

Clean yourself off

for that hot snatch of yours.

- She does like it dirty, trust me, I know.

- She figure out you're a f*ggot?

You guys are pathetic.

- Get the f*** off me!

- Always the hard way with you.

- I'll f***ing kill you!

- What, a little spanking?

- This is messed up, man, let's forget it.

- Shut up.

She's gonna love this.

You hit me.

No, let's quit.

I wish they were all dead.

I wish they were all dead.

I wish they were all dead.

I wish they were all dead!

Lincoln...

I'll kill them all.

We'll kill them all together.

- I gotta go.

- Oh, yeah?

When did you learn

to act like such a man?

It obviously wasn't

from those high school girls.

I bet they didn't even know

what to do with you.

I guess it just comes naturally.

I'm gonna kill that f***ing kid.

So f***ing weak, I can see it.

He doesn't look so weak to me.

Popped you pretty good.

He got it worse, trust me.

Be careful, Willie.

Please... please help me.

Who the f*** is that?

Help me, Willie, please.

You're gonna die.

Wake up, Kaitlin!

- Come on, you're on cleanup duty.

- I'm coming.

Oh, f***.

I don't believe this.

I was just playing ball with him

a few hours before.

The divide between the self

we present to the world

- and our true inner self...

- No, f*** that.

No, Willie wasn't hiding this.

I knew him better than any of you.

He never would've...

Never would've done this sh*t.

It's truly very sad.

But let's not allow sadness and grief

turn to anger and negativity.

Just remember that Willie was a young man

who'd shown in his time here

remarkable spiritual growth.

You all right there, partner?

Yeah, it's just a shock, you know?

He was a good kid?

Not really.

You know, it's a... hour drive...

every time I gotta come

pick up a dead kid.

Each way.

I mean, these fuckups

gotta quit killing themselves.

Or else things will get difficult

for y'all out here.

I understand.

Well, I hope that you do.

'Cause I can only keep the wolves

from the door for so long.

There was blood everywhere.

I mean...

I've seen people cut themselves,

or whatever, but this...

Willie must've been out of his mind.

Maybe he was Borderline Personality.

Maybe he hated himself as much

as he hated everybody else.

Maybe all the filth and nastiness

just came pouring out of him at once

and he slit his own f***ing throat,

I don't know.

Look.

Sh*t.

Oh, f***.

Hey.

- Are you okay?

- Why wouldn't I be?

This isn't a tragedy.

I don't know, it's weird.

I feel responsible.

Like I made this happen.

Willie'd love to hurt you.

You should be high-fiving God,

right now.

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