The Tracey Fragments Page #3

Yeah.

Like my dad, he's...he's always saying

that I exaggerate, you know.

He's always like, "Tracey, I don't know

what to believe and what not to believe."

I'm so f***ing cold. I'm f***ing...

Sonny...?

But how do you know what's real and what's not

when the whole life is inside your head?

We got a whole night at home.

Sonny...

We got more. We got more than we need to, okay?

Thanks a lot, man. Have a nice evening.

Tracy Berkowitz.

Tracey Zero-witz.

Forty below Zero-witz...

Below Zero-witz. Forty below Zero-witz.

Forty below Zero-witz...

Check this out. Tracey Berkowitz.

Billy Zero. And Teenage P*ssy.

My friends, we've got a brand new holy trinity here.

Ahem. Excuse me.

What?

I'm a customer.

If you buy something.

You know what actually?

I don't want to spend my money here anymore.

Because I have a boyfriend.

Not some convenience store loser.

How come beauty burns everything away so the rest of the whole world,

even me, disappears?

Yeah, well, he's going to be mince meat

by the time I get through with him.

Go easy on him Debbie. He's new.

Oh, he is not new.

Where'd you get that top, Debbie?

Haney mall, b*tches.

What you looking at, fag?

Okay, everyone:
hold the show.

Is that a he or is that a she?

I don't know. But it got no tits.

Tits are crucial, okay?

Like, at our school,

girls wear them around like medals.

You know, they all walk around

with their chests out all over school.

These big fat tits just floating around...

Get the f*** out.

...separate from the girls who wear them.

I love you, Tracey Berkowitz.

He said it, like, a million trillion times.

And he bought me presents.

Like this necklace, you know?

It's, like, made of titanium.

A million carats or what... it was really expensive.

Must've gotten lost.

Men buy girls panties,

Myra Bernie told me.

Girls in school like me,

unpopular girls,

girls with big tits, girls with regular tits,

and girls with no tits at all -

the men don't even care.

The panties just come out of a machine

like a chocolate bar.

The men take them home

and cuddle them like a little kitten.

She told me.

Myra Bernie.

Because her parents heard it at a party.

I don't care - I don't even like panties.

The word sickens me.

You're in my class, right?

Do we have a test today or whatever?

Okay, what the f*** is this?

No. See this does not work for me here,

alright? Its?

Where'd you get that, It? Huh?

Where'd you get that?

Nice try --trying to dress like us,

but it doesn't work, Its. Its. Its.

God! God! God! Arghhhh...

Raped. Murdered. Is that what you want?

Yeah.

Yeah what?

Yeah to rape. Yeah to murder.

What kind of psychiatrist is she going to?

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