Spun

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Spoof. Dope. Crank.

Creep. Bomb. Spank.

Shit. Bang. Zip. Tweak. Chard.

Call it what you will.

It's all methamphetamine.

That's what I'm here for.

No, I got it.

I got it, I got it.

I got it. Thank you.

You're very helpful, okay?

Yeah, yeah, and cute.

- Who is it?

- It's Ross.

- Are you by yourself?

- Yeah, I'm by myself.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. I'm by myself.

Yeah, that's it.

Just stay right there.

Get in here. Hurry up.

- How much do you need?

- What you gave me last time was cool.

- How much you want?

- Whatever you got.

You know what?

I lost my shit. I have to find it,

so if you don't mind relaxing a little bit?

- No, I can come back.

- No, no. It's okay.

- You sure?

- Yeah.

It's great to see you. Why don't

you sit down and talk to...

To Nikki. Talk to Nikki.

Nikki, this is Ross.

Ross, this is Nikki.

Nice to meet you.

You know Frisbee over there.

What?

- Hey, man.

- What's up?

And you just stay, relax, just sit down

and let me find my shit, okay?

So...

...what you looking at?

- I just need a little bit.

- What do you mean? Half or something?

- I don't need that much.

I don't even have that much money.

I just need a dime.

- Oh, I got it.

- I got it.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

- Who is it?

- Giggles.

LA Sadgirl.

From Circus Liquors.

- I'm busy right now.

- You're busy? Can we stop by later?

What part of busy don't you understand?

I don't got anything. Goodbye!

- Pinche cabrn!

- Pinche enano.

If Spider doesn't get his shit together,

I can probably help you out.

I got it!

No, don't answer my phone.

Don't answer my phone!

Hello?

No. He's unavailable at the moment.

You'll have to call back later.

Much, much later. Later.

Who is it?

It's just me, Spider.

Hey. Go away, fat boy!

- I said, go away, fat boy!

- Okay, okay. I'll see you later.

- Mike, who called on the telephone?

- Why don't you sit down...

...and talk to your friend Nikki.

- Hey, Cookie.

- What's up?

Oh, shit. Damn.

- Shit. What am I gonna do, Nikki?

- Spider Mike...

...who called on the telephone, please?

Spider Mike went

to Circus Liquor earlier.

Maybe he dropped the dope...

Spider?

Did you ride your bike to Circus Liquor?

You did?

Okay. That's only a block

and a half away.

Why don't you stop freaking out

and backtrack.

- I bet you dropped the shit.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- I bet you dropped it on the way back.

You were on your bike,

and you just dropped it.

You know, you're right!

Yeah!

- Yeah, you dropped it.

- Yeah!

- He dropped it.

- I did. I dropped it.

I love this dude.

Suck my cock!

F*ck, I love this guy.

Michael? Who called

on the goddamn phone?

I don't know, you fucking asshole!

Holy shit!

- What the f*ck is the matter with you?

- You!

What the hell is the matter with you,

you little slut?

Genghis Cunt!

Spider, you son of a bitch!

Don't you fucking hit me

with shit again!

Look, everybody just stay sitting down.

Nobody goes out...

...and nobody comes in.

You understand?

I saw a lot of cop cars

out there earlier.

A lot of cop cars.

There were a lot of cops

out there earlier.

If you look...

If you look...

Where?

- I don't see anything, man.

- No, if you just look...

- I don't see anything, man.

- No?

- There's nobody there.

- They were there.

Where are they if they're there?

- I don't know.

- Because there's nobody there, man!

Little fuckhead.

There's no piggy scare, you stupid...

You f*ck!

Fucking relax, all right?

Just stay sitting down, goddamn it!

- I'm sorry.

- Fucking phone!

Nobody moves!

So, Ross. Girlfriend frustrated?

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