The End of Violence Page #4

He keeps going, tearing everything apart

while he makes them sweet loving sounds,

and he don't stop there.

He calls me names so hard and bad it

hurts my heart more than it hurts my crack,

and he don't stop there.

See, he's lookir

for my soul.

Everything they took from him

he wanted back.

He's starving for it,

starving so bad

he'd kill me for it.

But I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

So I flip the script, trick the dick

and make him think he got it all.

I make him think he got it all.

Make him think he got it all.

And I slip away inside my head

and visit...

the princess of Beverly hills.

Haing blond, eyes green,

painting her fingernails

like jellybeans,

vanilla skin shimmering.

She don't even notice

when I slip inside her soul...

like a ghost

in a crystal palace.

I be all up in there eating

sugar cakes and bonbons and...

she don't even notice me

while I'm inside her soul.

See, she ain't never needed

to know she needed a soul.

# Don't even know

she got one #

and I watch her...

I'm so close...

while her fingernails dry.

And the princess,

she don't feel a thing.

She can't smell the burning

knife that's splitting me in half.

One time, I think, she smiled

at me, I think she saved my life.

And now...

it's over...

and daddy start to cry.

We go walking and talking

in McArthur park,

and I forgive him sometimes.

The princess

of Beverly hills...

I don't need her soul

no more.

I give her back to you.

I, uh...

I never knew

my father.

Transition to the southbound

side of the Santa Ana freeway.

Disabled big rig in the left lane.

Backed up to the Pasadena freeway.

Montebello, a sig alert

for the 60 eastbound at Finley.

The freeway's still closed

because of an accident.

What is the point

of you having a phone...

if you don't answer it?

What the hell

are you doing here?

Yesterday,

ten days, any days.

You never...

you didn't send me my...

I know, dad.

What should I do?

What is your dad for?

Hmm?

Dad, I wish

you'd answer the phone.

It's important for me...

that I know

that you're okay.

All right, okay.

I'll buy that.

Okay, good.

I got your favorite.

Pepperoni.

You first.

Go ahead.

Mmm.

Oh, I'm tired.

You know,

I was right, dad.

I was more right than

I could ever have imagined.

Give me a second.

I'll call it back in.

We already checked it out.

We didn't find nothing.

Oh, man. Jeez.

Yeah, they're, uh...

they were blown off.

Shotgun, three feet.

Uninged, clean at the cortex.

That one, two feet max, between

the cerebellum and the frontal lobe.

Yeah, what'd I say?

Headless.

I heard they I.D.'d

the killer.

See, that's where I took the liberty

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