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  • Gutter Punk: Young And Homeless

    Chapter 8

    By Punkerslut

    Image: From "Anarchy" Gallery from FreedomInYourMind

    Start Date: April 26, 2003
    Finish Date: January 27, 2004

    The camera fades out with white, and reappears with Tank, Gunner, and Paul, sitting in the park and passing around a big, plastic jug bottle of vodka.

    GUNNER: Jacky's in jail again.

    PAUL: Fuck... What for?

    GUNNER: Criminal Trespassing. The Neighborhood Watch program busted her. Sweep wasn't at the squat at the time, though. Shit like that pisses me off.

    TANK: Fuckin' hell. Well, this one is for you, Jacky.

    Tank chugs some vodka.

    GUNNER: Isn't the tradition to pour it out on the ground?

    Tank looks at Gunner with a puzzled face for a few seconds.

    TANK: Why the fuck would I do that?

    PAUL: Man, if my girlfriend went to jail, I'd go in every day and try to get a fuck.

    GUNNER: Who's your girlfriend?

    PAUL: You don't know her. She lives in a house. Her name is Carolyn.

    GUNNER: What the fuck is wrong with you, man?

    PAUL: Hey, she fucks well, and she's nice enough.

    GUNNER: I retract my statement.

    PAUL: How's that kid.... Fucks Jacky?

    GUNNER: Fucks Jacky? Did you just refer to Sweep as "Fucks Jacky"? What? Are we on Indian gutter punk names, now?

    PAUL: Ha, right... And you're fucks No One.

    GUNNER: But I guess that makes Carolyn Fucks Everyone.

    PAUL (laughing): Fuck you, asshole.

    TANK: Hey, check it out over there.

    Gunner looks behind himself and sees a kid lying on the ground, on his stomach, with the words "Govern Your Soul" on the back of his shirt, in white lettering and black background.

    GUNNER: Oh, it's Hey Kid. I'll be right back.

    Gunner takes a swig of vodka and passes it on. He gets up and walks over to Hey Kid. He nudges him with his boot.

    GUNNER: You alive, motherfucker?

    HEY KID: Drunk.

    GUNNER: Come on, bro.

    Gunner lifts up the kid and carries him over to where they're drinking. He pulls out a coffee milk from his trench coat and hands it to Hey Kid.

    GUNNER: Here, drink this. It'll help.

    HEY KID: Thanks.

    PAUL: How you doing, Hey Kid?

    HEY KID: A little drunk. I mean, it is the late afternoon and all.

    GUNNER: I hear that.

    HEY KID: The Christians were out earlier again.

    GUNNER: Oh, yeah?

    HEY KID: They told me I was a sinner for my ways, and gave me a hamburger as though it made up for what they said. I didn't even eat it. I gave it to Xander, my dog.

    GUNNER: Yeah, where is Xander, anyway?

    HEY KID: That's a very good question, actually. He's with my sister, Natalie.

    GUNNER: How'd you get that dog?

    HEY KID: I found him running around the ghetto. He was just running around, with no leash or collar. So, I took him in. I spanged up $40 to get him his shots. I'm surprised the guys running the clinic took so many nickels, dimes, and quarters. I always, always make sure that he has enough food. Before I drink, I buy him food. He's been with me for two years now. Last winter in my squat, when it would dip down to zero degrees, I would have him sleep under the blanket, so we can both keep warm. I love that fucking dog, and he knows it.

    GUNNER: That's cool.

    TANK: I use to have a dog. His name was Kippler. He was the most faithful and loyal dog you could imagine. But then one day, cops raided the squat. The dog was just lying next to me, and the cops fired three times, once hitting my arm when I tried to cover the dog. They just shot and killed him, like he was nothing.

    PAUL: Shit, that fucking blows, man... I've never been shot or stabbed, thankfully.

    HEY KID: I've been homeless for three and a half years, and I have nothing to show for it but that dog.

    GUNNER: I've been homeless for four years, and all I have to show for it is that I don't have any stomach lining.

    TANK: Neither do I. Hell, I don't even have a stomach. When I drink, it goes right into my intestines.

    PAUL: Ahhhh, alcohol. If it weren't for it, I'd probably have ended my life long ago.

    GUNNER (kidding): Shut up.. what do you know, you fucking housey?

    Paul gets up and play fights Gunner. Paul pretends to throw a few shots, and Gunner blocks them. Then Tank gets up and picks both of them up, one in each arm, screaming "Aaargghh!!!"

    GUNNER: He's like King Kong, just picking up people.

    The camera slowly fades to white, as Tank spins with both of them, finally collapsing on the grass. While on the ground, Hey Kid runs over and jumps over them, rolling once he hits the ground. At the beginning of this, Gunner does a voice over.

    GUNNER, VOICE OVER: Yeah, we always had good times together. That's what family is about. Well, that and drinking. And fighting and fucking.

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