Ken Park

I used to be friends with this guy.

His name was Ken Park.

His name spelled backwards was Krap Nek, and I used to tease him about it.

One day after school I heard he blew his brains out.

I don't think I had anything to do with it, but I still feel guilty.

Krap Nek.

This is Krap Nek when he was age 11.

His mother told me he was buried in his lucky motorcycle jacket.

She said his toothbrush is missing.

She told me that she could feel his spirit.

From left to right: There's Claude, Peaches,

Mike, Tate, and that's me on the end.

Shawn's my name.

We all live in a little town in California called Visalia.

It's pretty boring but sometimes when we get together we have fun.

Shawn is one of my best friends.

He's young, but he's kind of smart.

Once we were driving down the street and he threw a tennis ball at an old lady.

He made us stop the car. He got out and apologized.

-Do you love me? -No, I hate you.

-Say it, you little bitch! -Get off me!

-Say I'm the master! -Get off me!

Say I'm the master!

-"Shawn, you're the master of the universe." -Fuck you, motherfucker!

-Get off! You're not, you faggot! -Say you love me.

-Say I'm the master! -I hate you, you freaking faggot!

-You're a fucking loser! -You just can't fucking say it.

-Say you love me. -Get off!

Say you love me, bitch.

I hate you!

Say I'm the master, say you love me!

I love you.

Don't cry.

Oh, God!

You love me and I love you. Go to school.

-What's up with you guys? -I hate him.

-Give me a cigarette. -I only have one left.

Your brother told me to tell you to fuck yourself.

Good.

Hey, Zoe.

Where's daddy?

Work.

Where's mommy?

Hey, Shawn.

Hey.

Can I eat you out?

Not now, I'm folding.

Lend a hand.

When I was little, Claude saved me from drowning.

We used to play doctor.

He tries to act tough, but deep down inside he's a soft teddy bear.

Come on.

One more. I want to see the veins pop out of your head!

You can do it.

Come on.

-Spot me, Claude. -I got it.

Hand me the towel.

You want a go now?

No, I don't feel like lifting.

-Come on, I'll spot you. -No, thanks. I don't feel like it.

-You could do that once. -That's all right, do some more.

Come on, it's all set up. Let's go for it.

No meat on those bones, look at that.

It's not me.

-Come on, you can do it. -No, I don't want to.

-I'll take some off it for you. -Go ahead, do some more.

Well, you know why your mother married me?

Why?

Because I got muscles.

Come and feel it.

Come on.

Yeah, yeah.

The first time she met me, she just stared at them.

You got a girlfriend?

Not a full time. Not a girlfriend. I see some girls, though.

Not a girlfriend. You got a boyfriend?

What the fuck is that?

-What the fuck's that! -Yeah, what the fuck is that?

-Don't say fuck, I'm your father. -Fuck.

You fucking those girls?

-Yeah, some of them. -Yeah?

Let me ask you something. You consider yourself a winner?

-I don't know. -You don't know?

You know, Claude, sometimes I look at you and I feel ashamed.

Seems like you can't do nothing right.

You can't even wear your pants right. Pull your pants up!

You can't even walk in those things. What do you wear them like that for?

I'm not a weightlifter, I skate.

You're just going to be a punk, aren't you?

What's it to you?

I'm your father.

Pull your pants up and wear them right.

I look at you like that,

and I feel sick. My stomach actually feels sick.

I get up in the morning, I see you, and I get off to a bad day.

Because I'm ashamed.

Your mother thinks you're a fairy.

Peaches has the nicest peach smell about her.

She's a real woman.

Her mom died when she was a little girl.

She looks just like her.

Peaches used to take ballet and all the boys watched through the window.

Sometimes she would let us watch her get undressed.

Popi?

Popi?

Hi, baby.

I brought you some water.

I thought you might be thirsty.

That boy Curtis called.

He did?

What did he say?

He said he was on his way.

He said is Peaches home

and I said she was

outside.

Okay.

That boy Curtis is the one with the long hair, huh?

Yes, from bible study.

In the seventh grade,

Tate used to spit on girls and make his friends laugh.

People would walk by him and say Tate is insane. He was smart though.

It was just that he thought differently than everyone else.

Billy...

Skinny Billy.

Now you have a name.

Gary...

Gary Coleman, Different Strokes.

Mrs. Drummond.

Mrs. Drummond and... Legs!

Mrs. Drummond and her son Arnold.

Legs, please. I'm trying to work!

Shut up!

I will fucking rip it off, I swear to God!

I am fucking working.

Look at me! I will rip your fucking leg off, I swear to you.

Pay attention to me, pay attention to me!

Jesus Christ, don't you ever fucking knock?

I cut you some fruit. I thought you might be hungry.

No, I'm not hungry. I'm working.

When you come in without knocking you're acting like a fucking bitch.

-Please, Tate, take the fruit. -I don't want it, I want you out!

Tate, look, here's some kiwi.

How about this?

-Get the fuck out of my room! -I'm going, please, Tate.

Jesus fucking

-Christ, Grandma, get out! -I'm going, Tate.

Bye, we'll see you then.

Have a nice day. Bye, see you.

Fucking bitch!

Christ!

You wanna fucking bark now? You gonna fucking bark for me now?

Aren't you, motherfucker!

Ticklish?

Little bit?

-Feels good. -Yeah?

How about that?

Yeah.

Now that feels good.

Take my pants off.

It's really wet.

Take my panties off.

Slow, Shawn.

Yeah, that's it.

Just like that.

That's it, nice and slow.

Yeah, just right there.

Go just alittle faster. Yeah,

that's it, right there.

Move with my hips, come on. There you go.

Oh, shit.

Shit.

That's a good boy, Shawn.

That's a good boy.

Oh my God.

Keep licking.

-Is this the best spot? -What are you doing?

Put your head back down!

Shawn, Shawn...

Come here.

It's okay.

Be careful. Don't cut me.

-How close do you want me to get? -Get all the way down.

But be careful. No hurting.

Damn, Claude!

Sorry, sorry.

-You're getting to close to my skin. -Sorry, sorry.

-Okay, ready for the big one? -Yeah.

Here it comes.

Look how big this is! Look at how big it is!

Gross, get it off me!

-Look how big it is. Look at it. -I see it.

-Look at it. -I'm looking at it.

Big toe.

You cut my toes all up.

What do you want me to cut them back and paint them red?

Go pick up the nails.

-You missed one right there. -Where?

Right there.

-Where? -Over there,

by the leg of the table we eat on.