Suburban Gothic Page #5

Would do something like this.

It's not like him.

I second that.

It's not like a Mexican

to run off without getting paid.

Hey, were they still here

when you got home?

Honey? Are you okay?

He's hung over.

Raymond.

Excessively drinking

with your high blood pressure?

Raymond, You're pathetic.

Have I ever told you that?

Mmhmm.

And bless this food.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Amen. You know, dad,

for someone who doesn't

believe in ghosts,

you really do pray a lot.

Hey, mom,

can you pass the syrup?

Oh, sure, honey.

Yes, your mother and I sent you

off to the big city,

and you came back an alcoholic.

I'm not an alcoholic.

Of course,

if I dressed like you,

I might have to have

a few drinks

before I walked

out of the house, too.

Oh, good, so you understand.

You know,

if I had the hair like you,

I'd part it on the other side.

Boys, stop it.

So, I was thinking

that I may organize

a search party for Hector.

Hector's not missing, evey.

He's just a lazy Mexican

piece of sh*t.

Hey, mom,

can I get a ride to my car?

I left it at the bar last night.

Oh, honey, you really shouldn't

be driving that car on the road.

The tags expired years ago.

Yeah, not to mention the fact

that that car

belonged to your mother's cousin

Freddy, the f*ggot.

Don't use that word, Donald.

I also need to refill

my prescription.

Mm.

I'll let Dr. carpenter know.

- Thanks.

- Hey, You're not going anywhere

till you clean up that mess

in the backyard.

Are you serious?

Don't I look serious?

Yeah.

It Would be a nice thing

to do, Raymond.

Your father doesn't ask much.

It's so good

to have you home, honey.

It's great to be home.

Cool.

I'll go clean up the yard,

I guess.

I click my heels

and away we go

No day like this

Now at least I'm a warrior

Can't we survive?

You're still in my brain

I wasted all that time

'Cause I stayed up all day

- Hey.

- Aah!

Oh. What's up?

Have you seen Hector?

Uh, yeah. He's inside taking

a catnap and watching cable TV.

No, I haven't seen Hector!

He f***ing vanished.

That's why I'm out here

doing this work, man.

Oh. Hey, nice ascot.

Thanks. Aah! F***!

Don't f***ing talk to me

like that gay man.

- Sorry, man. I just... ow.

- Listen, I don't work for you.

I work for Hector.

Okay, I understand. I'm sorry.

Good. Look, you need to get

out of this place, man.

- I-I know, I hate it here.

- No, seriously, all right?

You got to get

out of this place.

There's some crazy sh*t

happening here, all right?

Like what?

Like yesterday

while we were digging,

we found a creepy wooden box

over there.

Hector... Hector, he opened it.

It wasn't me.

What was in the box?

It was, like,

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