Travis Turner

What are you doing?

I want a picture.

What?

I just want a picture.

I want a picture with you

in this moment.

like a dark shade of orange

like my city had a mouth

when I get it Imma burn it

right now even deserve it

a penny turn to gold

and the money and the fame

fruit if you choose

gold and a house up on a lake

and lamb in the garage

they really wanna get involved

off in the elevator

I have a nice time with it

way to the right side of him

sit up on my ottoman

otter with no time to kill

opposite of worthless

a purposeful thing to me

and it works for me

and putting money into pushing

and I'm getting overlooked

everything that I deserve

Hey man, that'll be like 10 bucks.

It's not even what I ordered.

Just take the fucking shit and go, guy.

Asshole.

Did you cum in front of that guy?

- I told you if you do that thing with your tongue,

I'll nut every time.

You're the worst.

How do you even still have this job?

Oh, come on.

Nobody else in this fucking town wants this job.

I don't even want this fucking job.

They need me more than I need them.

So you wanna go to the back and I'll, you know.

- Oh, hey, I was this town's second gay man.

All right?

It was 1997--

'97, and I was 12 years old,

and a couple eighth graders caught me

in the boys' bathroom at school,

jacking off to a Jonathan Taylor Thomas photo.

Everyone found out now I'm this town's Freddie Mercury.

- Hey fuck nut, I tell it better than that.

Maybe.

I don't need to hear it again.

So fucking what?

There had to be hundreds of gay men

in this town before you,

and they'll be hundreds after.

You aren't fucking special.

And by your own admission,

you weren't even the first to come out, so.

Yeah, but,

right, I guess there's that dirty ass pedo

over on Marshall Street.

Last house on the left.

Yeah, right.

But he hardly fucking counts.

I mean, everybody knows he's liked boys since 1973,

that doesn't count.

God damn.

Best feeling in the world must be taking a piss

after cumming.

You're a fucking jerk, Mitch.

Hey, watch it, Jenny.

I'm trynna piss here.

Yo, Harry.

This town sucks so hard.

I don't know.

Could be worse.

A lot worse.

Oh, you mean like Soviet Russia?

Oh, fuck you.

I'm not from here either.

Well, yeah, but you're cute.

So what's your real name, Mike?

What kind of stupid question is that?

I just wanna know.

Is that bad to ask?

No, it's Nikolai.

See, you might learn something, asshole.

Whatever, Krissy.

You know I hate that.

Okay, Kristen.

See those fucking yahoos out there?

Those PC, no opinion, sheepo fucks are who I have

to deal with every God damn day,

so believe me, it's not all fun times at Ridgemont High.

- Ah, it's Fast Times at Ridgemont High, fuck nut.

When you get talking like that,

you sound like a cynical, wrinkly old queen.

Do you know what?

From now on,

I will consider myself this town's first gay man.

So fuck that.

The dirty pedo doesn't count.

He counts, baby.

I'll call you later.

Ah, Jenner, you can smell Ricky's cum from here.

Fuck you, Mitch.

That's not my name.

Hey.

You're sucking that dart like a faggot.

Don't use that word.

What?

Don't give me that politically correct bullshit.

I can say what I want.

You know, I can't keep it straight

with what F word or G word or M word is offensive this week.

You know, not everyone is nice.

Not everyone can accept everyone as they are,

and actually thinking that's possible is fucking insane,

so you know what?

I'll fucking say anything I want,

you cracker dike, fucking carpet munching piece

of fucking retarded nigger-loving,

vertical stink wallet,

piece of fucking retarded diarrhea,

shit licking Jew, faggot, cunt.

Dude.

Travis is having a fucking party.

Travis Turner?

What the hell are you doing with that lunatic's number?

He takes good calculus notes.

He says, "No parents and free beer" and shit.

I couldn't care less

if fucking Charles Manson threw a party.

Free beer, I'm there.

Ooga, ooga, Putin.

Booga, wooga, MSG and shit.

Come on, take a bite.

Take a bite of it--

Hey, I'm allergic to nuts.

I fucking knew it.

I'm more dangerous

than a fucking pissed off Trump supporter with a gun.

I'll fucking kill a bitch.

Peace, losers.

He's fucking mentally ill.

So we're gonna go to that thing or what?

Look, Travis is a shit nugget,

Columbine shooter waiting to happen,

but yeah, what the fuck else is there to do around here?

Tonight feels weird, man.

- You know, they are not coming tonight, right dude?

Hey.

Travis, what the fuck, man.

I had to find out about your party

from fucking Mitch and those chachas.

Yeah, sorry, man.

I was gonna message you.

Had a lot to do.

Getting ready and shit.

How the fuck is this possible?

How do you even have a phone right now?

My parents left for Florida for the weekend.

I stole my phone back.

- Jesus, dude, so you decide to throw a fucking rager?

Yeah.

- You know by telling Harry, Kristen, Mitch,

and those fuck there's gonna be like 30 people

at your house.

You think?

I'm coming over now.

Sweet man, I'll see you soon.

You went all out, huh?

Yeah, man.

Gonna be hectic like one of those teen party movies.

I've even got stacks

of those red fucking cups you always see.

Mhm.

You think this is the right thing to do?

This is the only thing to do.

Okay.

I got my mind on loot

woke up in a Bugatti,

ready 'bout that action

I am living proof

they see how many days

told me just to go for it

'cause I got a better sale

You're with Mitch, right?

New girl this year.

How's that been?

Used to moving.

This town blows, but has some interesting people.

You're right about that.

Not to be offensive,

but why him?

I mean like he's smart.

He gives me notes in class and shit.

We were 10 years old,

playing a basketball game in another school.