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Yo.

Yeah, this is Paul's phone.

I'm just filling in for him.

How'd you get this number?

Oh, yeah, I know, Tony.

What did you need?

Okay, cool. Where did you want to meet?

Cool, yeah, I know Tarzana.

Uh, just gotta map it over there. Give me, like, an hour?

Okay, cool. I'll see you then.

No tape today?

I don't have a reason to run.

Yeah, you do.

You're just too stupid to realize it.

Heidi.

What's in the bag?

Some tapes I'm returning.

You know, if you keep going down this road, you're going to end up sharing a

bunk with your buddy Paul.

Where's your little boyfriend at this morning?

I don't know. You're the one that keeps tabs on him.

Well, the next time you see him, remind him that I'm going to be back here

tomorrow morning to escort him down to Central.

Well, you're giving her a free ride. She might give me a ride to Tarzana.

If I'm picking you up, it's not to take you where you want to go.

Oh, fuck, lucky.

Hey.

Hey, I thought this was your parents' bed.

Yeah. You've been away at school.

Often, yeah.

Right on.

Yeah, I'm back for winter break. I actually go back tomorrow, so that's why

wanted to hit up Paul. Oh, gotcha. Yeah.

Shall we? Yeah, come on in.

I can't believe it's already been three years.

You've been so different.

Different how?

Not in a bad way. You just seem, I don't know, more mature.

You think I look older? Not like that. You look good. Which is best in your

book.

When you move to a different city, it's easier to become someone new.

I get that.

You get stuck in the same places, you get stuck in the same rut.

You look great, though.

A couple more tattoos to finish cultivating that bad voice fear look you

going for in high school.

I actually traded some of my sketches for these.

Um, does your dad still live around here?

Oh, yeah, I think so.

Oh, hey, so...

Paul's sort of having this New Year's going away end of the world party thing

the warehouse.

Oh, really?

I'm surprised he hasn't been evicted yet.

That's sort of the reason for the party.

Oh. Yeah.

That's what.

Yeah.

Anyways, um, I don't know if it'll compare to your college parties or

but a bunch of people who went to high school will be there.

Oh. Cool.

I mean, if you don't have anything else going on.

My... Mom made reservations for a commercial on Rodeo.

Oh, that's okay.

But maybe I can come after?

Yeah, I mean, it's whatever.

Did you do this?

Oh, yeah.

I remember everyone in AP was so jealous of your talent.

Miss Taylor didn't think much of it.

Miss Taylor didn't know shit. That's why she became a high school teacher.

I actually just took a class on street art, and your shit is...

Better than half the stuff they show us.

Well, I mean, those guys figured out a way to get paid for it. You know, I'm

stuck here still paying off tickets for it. That's the art of it.

You should submit your art to some skateboard companies or something.

They're always looking for young artists to keep their stuff trendy.

I'll make you a deal. How about you come to the warehouse party tonight, and

maybe I will.

Then maybe I'll come.

Okay, deal.

Hey.

Jesus, man. It's me. It's me. Fucking shit, man.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I'm going to smash your head in.

I knocked.

You didn't answer.

Yeah, because I'm in bed with my girl.

Someone opened the door. How do you expect me to act, man?

Fuck.

I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such a big deal.

What are you doing here?

Huh? You gonna pawn off my gold?

Man, what do you need with all these breaking?

You huffing them or something?

They're for art projects.

Art projects.

We jump out of school, we forget.

Once you are, you paint my garage.

Hell, I even paint.

It's not the kind of painting I do.

You prefer the kind of work where you don't get paid.

Whatever.

Hey, don't give me a fucking attitude.

You broke into my house.

You just came here to get my sketchbook.

What do you want with that?

Ain't worth anything.

Hey, um... Let me set you up with a job at work.

At the garage.

You'll be making as much as the ex -cons, but you'll be making some.

Learning a trade.

Then you can save up money and get a...

A bike, a car, whatever.

So you don't have to drive around that fucking board anymore and look like a

fucking kid.

Fuck you.

What'd you say?

I said thanks, but no thanks. I don't need shit from you.

Oh, okay.

I remember, mister.

I make great decisions, right?

You remember in court, when the judge asks you who you want to live with?

Who you want to leave with right now?

Your mom?

Or you want to go home with your pops?

And you picked her.

You picked her over me. Now she burned you like she burned me.

So don't fucking come back here when your life ain't working out.

Whatever.

Oh, I get it, I get it. Oh, you got some juvie tattoos now, so you're all tough,

guys. Tougher than you.

Is that so?

Why don't we find out?

Maybe we will.

Oh, maybe one day we will.

But right now, get the fuck out of my garage, because you ain't wanted here,

son.

What happened?

Nothing.

It's my son trying to steal my shit.

You have a son?

I have a son.

I'm sorry.

Hey, we're talking.

What do you want to know?

I don't want to talk about nothing else.

This shirt.

I love that fucking shirt so much.

Yeah? Yeah.

Do you want to see it off?

Yeah. Yeah?

Want me to take that shirt off?

I love this big reveal right here.

One.

Two.

Papa!

Your present.

Always. Being this beautiful ass.

It's always a fucking present.

Oh, that's fucking heaven.

Oh,

fuck.

Oh,

daddy. Yeah, baby.

Daddy looks ass.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah? Mm -hmm.

Turn around. Turn around.

Put it here.

Put it right here.

Put it in Daddy's face.

Daddy, hold me.

Daddy, hold me.

You want that gift?

I'll give you that.

I'll give you that gift forever now.

I'll smell that.

Nobody kissed that dick better than me.

I told you, you got hands like a sailor.

That's good work.

Very good work.

Yes. Yes.

Thank you.

Cheers, cheers, cheers, cheers, cheers.

Awesome.

Let me do this one. Yeah.

Yes.

I want to see that dick.

Slide in that pussy.

Slide in that pussy.

Slide in that pussy.

Slide in that pussy.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck, baby.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

That pussy just eats up that dick.

It just eats it up.

I'm a cookie monster.

I'm a cookie monster.

Oh, fuck.

It's so good.

Yeah, you wanted to go faster?

Yeah. Yeah, I want to go faster.

I got the ticket, I want the ride. Come on!

oh you know i like that

You're so dirty, Daddy.

Yeah. I love you a lot, too.

You're so fucking good.

Oh, my God.

Yeah. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh,

fuck.

Yes, yes, yes.

Your pussy's magic, baby.

Oh, it's headlining in Vegas.

Is that why

you keep it around?

I keep it around for many things.

It's like we're on a boat.

Get it deep. Nice and deep. Rock on, Dad.

Oh, my God. Shh.

Oh, yes.

Yes. Yes. Oh,

my God. That's so deep.

Yes, yes, yes.

Break that shit. Own that shit. Steal that shit. Rob that shit.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my.

Fuck that shit up. Fuck that shit up.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, do it, baby.

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

I think my feet need more practice.

Yeah, I'll get you practice.

I'll get you practice, girl.

Fuck it.

Yeah, spit on that shit.

Spit on that shit, baby.

That's so good.

Keep that fucking pun up, baby.

Keep that fucking pun up.

Fuck. No more balls. No more balls. Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, baby.

Yes, baby.

Suck those balls out.

You want me to come?

You want me to come?

Mm -hmm. You really want me to come here? Oh, I should have come with my

I know. With my mouth. You're a fucking pretty girl. Yes.

I'm going to taste it. You want to taste my cum?

You're very welcome, baby.

You are fucking precious.

You are the best.

You don't like my nipple? You say

I'm nasty.

I gotta go see my rebel officer.

Want me to give you a ride?

Yeah. Yeah?

Mm -hmm. Give you a ride?

Sure. Yeah, just me.

Shit. What?

Are you gonna... Do you want to call a cop?

Why the fuck would I do that?

I can help paint over it.

Nah. Leave it up.

Piss off the neighbors.

What?

What's up?

How's it going?

Good to see you guys.

Can you get in there and show these losers how to take the part?

Okay. Who are you calling a loser?

Let's see you do it.

What would you do?

I mean, I wouldn't be a fucktard.

You know they're watching the warehouse.

Yeah, but at this point, what option do I have?

You have so many, you're just too comfortable skating by to notice.

That's big, dog.

Thanks, man.

Hey, word on the street is Paul's having a party tonight.

Is that true?

Yeah. Um, Kim, can you grab him a flyer out of my bag?

Is that Morgan David?

Morgan's not that hot.

Says the bitch who looks like she got stuck in a toaster.

Jealous how she's bottle blonde.

Oh, shit.

That is Morgan.

Yo, whatever happened to her?

I ran into her on a delivery today.

Did you invite her to the party?

Nah, she's headed back to Texas tomorrow.

What does tomorrow have to do with tonight?

It just doesn't seem like it's worth the trouble.

Dude, it's Y2K.

There won't even be a tomorrow, okay?

Call her, bro.

I don't know. I think I'm just going to head home.

Dude, either you call her or I'm breaking your busted -ass board.

Dude, fuck you. Dude, call her or I'm busting this shit.

Yeah, Lucky, don't be a little bitch.

Yeah, don't be a bitch.

Yeah, don't be a bitch. Don't be a bitch. Don't be a bitch. Don't be a

Don't be a bitch.

Don't be a bitch. I hate all you guys. I'm going to call her.

Fine.

Hey,

Lucky, how you doing?

I'm strong, man. Lucky, you guys don't listen.

He's got a joke.

I have to fucking film this for my fail reel. Good.

Can we go back to the warehouse now?

Um, yeah, I actually have something to give you.

Yeah, sure.

Let's do that.

Yo, party people, we're having a fun day in the sun.

You ever cut up?

Oh, she got hotter.

Hey, what's you?

Yeah, we did.

Will you guys please not fuck this up for me?

Do you have any idea what you're talking about?

No clue.

Okay. What's up, Morgan Schmorgan?

Hey, Morgan.

Did you know that Lucky has a sketchbook filled with drawings of you? What?

She's kidding. No, I'm not. It's super creepy, but, like, serial killer sweet

creepy.

Please put on some music so we don't have to listen to your bullshit.

Here, give it to me. I'm the only one qualified to pick out the good music

Please just don't play that new metal garbage. Hey, how dare you insult the

music of my people?

Your people?

You grew up in the hills. Stop trying to appropriate my trailer trash culture,

you fuck.

Yo, you guys want to go with Bloomin' on my buddy Dylan's bed?

Dylan? Yeah. Dylan?

Yeah. You remember Dylan?

High school?

Dylan! From high school!

Yeah, uh, I think I fucked him.

That doesn't narrow it down. Fuck you!

You bitches ready?

Huh? Huh? Let's go!

Dylan asked me to stop by and check on the place while he's skiing with the

Fuck!

Dylan forgot to leave the gate open.

That sounds like Dylan. He forgot to call me back when I blew him.

He didn't forget.

Why don't you just call him?

Because he won't answer. I mean, he's up in the mountains skiing and there's no

recession out there.

I mean, we could hop the fence. That's cool.

I'll hop on you.

Oh, my God, you will.

Get out of here.

Okay, go, go, go.

Come on, people.

We're going to do some swimming.

Come on.

This is all ours.

There is no way I'm getting in. It's fucking December.

It's heated. It actually is.

How'd you know it's heated?

Come here all the time.

Oh, yeah?

With who?

With Dylan.

Fuck you. I'm not going to get in.

No, I don't trust you. No. Come on. I just want Lucky to film how sexy you

Look at this woman.

Oh, my God.

Look at this sexy woman.

Look at her body.

Oh, Lord.

You look like a sexy sack of apples.

A stack of apples?

I don't know. I'm hungry, and I'm just trying to say, you look sexy, baby. The

camera loves you.

I will if you will.

Oh, I didn't bring my swimsuit.

Oh, did you want to borrow my shirt?

Um... No.

Come on, get in, you pussy!

talking more women.

You know this one thing I love?

It's the party.

It's the party.

We did it.

We did the good one.

Hey, you dickwad.

Where's the champ?

Where's the champ?

Where's the champ?

Guys, we're getting cold. Are there towels?

Oh, yeah. Go check up on the second floor. They're up there. Okay. You'll

them.

Sorry about those guys.

They're kind of free spirits.

Oh. Don't be. This is fun.

Oh.

I'll have the pumpkin for you.

Thank you.

Oh, you're so pretty.

That's exactly what I want.

Oh my God.

Oh, my God, yes, just like that.

Oh, my God, yes.

Oh,

my God, yes.

Oh, my God, yes. Oh,

my God,

yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, my God, it's like a carpet made to my pussy. I fucking love it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh,

I fucking love to hear you say yes.

No, you got me.

Yes, yes, yes.

Oh, my God, this is good.

Oh, my God, yes, please, please, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, my God.

Tell me I'm a good son.

Yeah, yes, that's what I want to hear, yes.

Oh, I want to be your favorite whole the fuck.

like a heart and deep you know like a heart and deep in my ass oh

my god right there right there just like that yes give me every fucking inch

every fucking inch in my ass oh my god yeah make me take it make me

You like this?

You look so fucking sexy.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Fuck. Oh, my God. Yeah.

Yeah, I just shit that cock right into my ass.

oh my god oh my

god

oh my god oh my god that's gonna make me come again

Looking good with your cock in it.

I feel like I'm back in high school.

I can't believe that was three years ago.

I thought I'd, I don't know, feel like more of an adult by now.

Like when you graduate high school, you think you'll finally be in the real

world.

But it's just the same.

And then you go to college and get a real job.

And you think it's going to be different.

But it all just feels like a dress rehearsal.

Yeah, it feels like with each milestone, things should change, but they just

stay the same.

Stuck in the eternal present.

For once, I don't really mind.

Tell me about it. I'm getting the drive home tomorrow.

Why, the drive?

More what I have to deal with when I get there.

I have to find a new roommate at some point.

Oh, you should post an ad on Craigslist.

Craig who?

It's like these online classified ads.

I feel like they're only creeped online.

Well, I'm online, so that checks out.

Oh, my God.

You should be my roommate.

I mean, I guess technically I could. I'm serious.

Rent an office is hella cheap.

It's like half of what you pay here.

I don't know. What would I do there?

My friend works at a tattoo shop. I bet he could get you a gig.

That'd be cool, but still, like, what would I do there?

You could get your GED.

You could take some classes at UCC.

Anything.

I bet I could even get my advisor to get you an art scholarship.

That'd be awesome, but... Seriously.

All you have to do is say yes. We can make it work.

I don't know. What if you hate me as a roommate?

What if?

It's the best decision you've ever made.

I don't know. I'd have to think about it.

No, you don't.

I was in history class with you, and thinking isn't your strong suit.

Fuck you!

Do you do a lot of thinking when you're painting or when you're skating, or are

you just in the moment?

Yo, Dylan's back.

Oh, shit, Dylan's back.

Get your shit!

Come here, you fucking kid! Get the fuck over here!

Fuck you!

Eat my fucking fireballs.

Why are there flames coming out of your ass? You should really change your diet.

Hey, man.

I wanted to ask you something before people start showing up. What's up?

I was wondering if you could put me in contact with your connection.

You know, just so I could start filling in for you on a more permanent basis.

At least until you get back.

What?

Do you know this shit was supposed to be permanent?

You know, when your mom kicked you out, I took you in to get you back on your

feet, okay?

But...

Dude, I don't want you to get stuck here like me.

You have way too much talent for that.

Thanks, man, but talent doesn't pay the bill.

It could.

You act like selling art isn't any different than selling anything else,

You gotta get your hustle on. You gotta fucking make contact.

Get your shit out there. Did you just die again? I thought the whole point of

this game was to not die, right?

Your hand -eye coordination is just so much better from all the hand jobs.

Thank you about the homework, boy.

I just, I need a little money.

Wait. If you don't have any fucking money, what the hell is my connection

to do?

Well, I got a little bit saved up. I've got like two grand. Just enough to get

me started with this, you know? Okay, well take that money and build a website

and sell your shit there.

No one's going to buy graffiti pieces online, man. They might. I could think

a thousand better ways to spend that money.

Yeah, but then we'd lose this place.

This place is a piece of shit, man.

Everything here is from the fucking street, including the people.

What do you want this for?

I don't know. I mean, we could go legit like we always talked about.

We could open up an actual skate park downstairs, get a skate shop going. We

could even run events. I could sell my artwork out of the shop.

What?

Dude, I don't want any of this shit hanging out.

Why?

Dude, you act like you have nothing, but you don't got anything to lose.

I mean, dude, you could go anywhere. You could be anyone, but you're fighting

for this.

What is Lucky leaving so I can give you your going away present?

Because he needs to take Lily home.

Don't you still live with your parents?

You have a curfew?

Oh man, I just need some money to get started. I'm literally just asking for

introduction.

Come on.

I'm sorry, Lucky, but you need... I will, just as soon as Paul hooks it up.

Seriously, Lucky, people are going to be arriving soon. I don't want to ruin

whatever this is, but I'm not leaving until Paul tells me.

Just tell him.

You don't even know what we're talking about.

You don't even know what you're about to pass up.

Come on, man. I won't ask you for anything else ever again.

All right, dude, go in my contact list. Look up Casper. Dude, thank you so much.

Don't thank me.

Bro, don't worry so much. I'll call him right now.

You should call Morgan.

I'll call her. Later.

It's Y2K. There won't be a later.

Thank you.

um um

Oh, my God.

It's okay. Yeah.

I don't want to go.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Rip it off.

Yeah.

Oh my god, yeah.

I don't know.

Finally,

you guys are getting along.

Whoa.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yes.

Oh, my dear.

fucking cock to it

You don't see.

Don't that whole thing

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh my God, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yes, yes, yes. Yes,

just like that.

Thank you.

Fuck.

I'd have gone away for it.

What are you doing?

What the fuck?

I've seen your shit all over the valley.

Oh, yeah?

Thanks. It's not a compliment.

It's like putting up billboards advertising your crime.

You come all the way out here just to get back at me for tagging your garage?

Wait.

You're not Casper.

Casper's a fucking phantom.

Your boy gets busted and you follow his playbook of success by calling all his

contacts who just magically avoid an indictment.

Casper didn't get busted because Paul didn't rat him out.

Well, maybe he should have.

What the fuck is this?

This is me trying to tell you something if you fucking listen.

Fuck you, old man.

You're gonna fucking take me for this one day.

Hey, fuck you, old man.

What the fuck?

Yo, what the fuck?

That's my shit.

That ain't shit.

All this shit.

What the fuck? That's your fucking shit.

Fucking hit my dad Fucking hate you man. Good good.

You're fucking big man for hitting your son, huh?

I'll fucking kill you man

Fucking me.

I did everything for you. For you, I did everything.

I fucking chose her, man.

Is this what fucking matters to you? Is this what fucking matters, huh?

Huh? Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

What the fuck?

I'm trying to fucking help you.

You're ruining my fucking life, man!

God!

Fuck!

Fucking shit!

Fucking shit.

You fucking porn.

This is what's important to you? You fucking porn!

That's what's important!

I FUCKING TRIED!

The world is none.

Not yet, at least.

How tragic.

I guess you have to figure out what you want to do with the rest of your life

now. It's really banking on all the computers exploding.

It's so anticlimactic.

Doesn't it seem like it should feel different to be in a new century?

It's like we keep expecting these moments to be more monumental.

But nothing ever changes.

Each moment just rolls into the next.

That's the thing, Lucky.

You can't just expect the world to change.

You have to make a move.

You know, I have to go sing.

You should stay.

You should come with me.

Maybe I'll go.

Wait. What for?

Come with me.

I love you.

Thank you.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Just like that.

Yeah,

you're going to pull it out of me.

Please, please, please.

Oh,

don't stop.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, my God.

Fuck, I'm still fucking crying.

How much do I want to say?

Say yes.

For what?

For coming with me.

I wish I could.

You could.

I want to.

You don't even have to say yes. Just do it.

Wake the fuck up, you degenerates.

Come on, get up.

We're gonna watch as poor Paul leaves. What is it?

You'll see.

This is over and over again.

Aw,

that's cute.

Aw.

Fuck it.

So where'd you guys go for dinner last night?

I was actually saying, yeah, steak.

You cooked your steak last night? Yeah. Oh, shit. Okay, I see you. That sounds

like a nice night.

Oh, shit.

Whoa! Slow your fucking roll speed, racer.

What happened to probable cause? I have cause. A little birdie told me that you

picked up some weight last night. So you can either give me the backpack, or I

can tase you and take it.

I really hope you choose option B because that would be a lot more fun for

Where are you going?

I'm kind of in a rush.

Are you talking to my lady?

She thinks I'm holding.

Are you?

No, actually.

I'm going to miss you, man.

Miss you too.

You ready?

You want to use those on me?

Protocol.

I know I like it.

Nice and tight.

I'm going to be here when you get out, man.

Dude, if you're here when I get out, she's going to come back here and pick

back up because I'm going to beat the shit out of you.

He's not wrong, Lucky.

If you don't get your shit together, you're going to be riding in the back of

squad car, too.

You know, that's actually not a bad idea.

Is everything okay?

Do you mind looking at me while I'm talking to you? Oh, sorry.

Are your eyes red?

Are they? I didn't get much sleep last night.

Is that so?

Well, if you're just a little sleepy, you wouldn't mind if my partner checked

your vehicle, would you?

Seriously? Eyes on me?

I got a report that you were trying to cross state lines with some contraband.

What? I don't have anything illegal with me.

Are you sure?

Pretty sure.

Then how do you explain this criminal -looking dirtbag in your passenger seat?

What the fuck?

Hi.

He says he's with you. Is that true?

Yeah.

Good.

Take him away. Otherwise, he's coming back with me.

Oh, he's with me. He's definitely with me.

You kids be safe.

Lucky, double -check your bag and make sure there's nothing in there that

shouldn't be.

What's that?

It's a story.