The Forsaken Page #3

I find something to do when I need to.

Kind of like a day-to-day thing.

What about the future?

I mean, what do you want to be doing,

say, I don't know, ten years from now?

I don't give a sh*t.

I could be dead tomorrow.

If everybody had your attitude,

we'd really be f***ed.

We are f***ed. Take a look

at the world we inherited.

We're a bunch of fast-food munching

MTV freaks humping the American dream.

You gonna finish that pie?

No. No, I guess I'm not.

The generation before us sold their

innocence for 200 satellite stations...

and it's been downhill ever since.

They had Mickey Mouse,

Easy Rider and the Beatles.

All right? We got South Park,

the Blair b*tch and Ricky Martin.

They had, "Be here now."

We got, "Sh*t happens."

If that doesn't put things into

perspective, I don't know what does.

We're just Microsoft Neanderthals

addicted to surfing Net land...

still shitting in our own nest.

And every time I think about giving

a rat's ass, I just picture Monica...

making millions

from sucking Bill's little red rooster.

And that just rockets me

right back into reality.

You are really depressing.

You know that, right?

Yes.

Here. My treat.

You pay. I'm gonna piss.

Look, miss.

This is a private tour bus.

I don't know what's wrong with you,

but if you wanna go somewhere...

you gotta get inside and buy yourself

a ticket for the regular bus.

You owe me for the coffee, honey.

- What's wrong with you?

- What's going on?

- I don't know.

- What is wrong with her?

I think she's stoned

and flat-ass broke too.

That's great.

Who's gonna pay me for this?

I will.

- I'll pay.

- If she's a friend...

you better get her some help

before the sheriff sees her around here.

It's okay.

I know what's wrong with you,

and I wanna help you.

- Easy, Nick. You're scaring her.

- I know what I'm doing, Sean.

- I'm serious. Take it easy.

- I said I know what I'm doing.

Hey, look at her. She's shaking.

- Get the car.

- Look, I can't get involved in this.

Get the f***ing car!

F***!

Well, I can let you have number six.

It's 45 bucks.

- Yeah, that's fine.

- In advance.

I'm tired of you dune racers

f***ing the place up...

so no funny business

or I'll boot your ass out.

- Understood?

- Yes, sir.

She was trying to get on that bus. Maybe

wherever it's going is where she's from.

Get my bags from the car

and as much ice as you can, all right?

What is the deal here, Nick? What do you

mean, you know what's wrong with her?

Just get my stuff,

and I'll tell you everything.

This is all the ice I could...

What the f*** are you doing?

Her blood's burning up.

I gotta cool her down.

- Maybe we should get her a doctor.

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