Juvenile Delinquents

Bah.

Yo, hurry the fuck up.

We should go back.

What?

Boy, it's a half way house, ain't no jail.

Forget about him.

I got this.

Look, we're already running in three, two, one.

Oh shit!

God why do families even exist?

I mean don't ask me.

Besides, better that dad than no dad.

I would take no dad.

I mean your real dad Sarah.

I know.

Yeah?

Go ahead and try,

you wouldn't last a day, you little brat.

Shut up!

Let's go, let's go!

Hey, ain't it past your bedtime?

What the fuck, there's another one.

Hey, Sarah.

Danny.

Hi.

You girls having a good night?

Ah, Danny?

Stop it.

How do you know Sarah?

- Oh, we share breakfast together most mornings.

Huh?

We live together and work together.

At that Korean grocery store?

Chinese.

We're spent. - Yeah (giggles).

Our boss is a dodgy slob

so he gave us this bottle to drink.

Yeah?

Looks like it worked.

What do you know?

Smooth.

I'm just joking.

Well it's nice to see you.

Same.

So how was it?

I mean, it was all right.

Nick, what's up?

Lin, whatever.

So, who is this?

This is my brother Marko.

Is he really?

Half brother.

There you go.

Yeah.

Anyways, that's my main homie Ryker.

Hey.

Poindexter.

Chris.

Very saintly.

Mine is too.

Yeah I wasn't talking about the name.

Hmm.

Hmm.

So Chris, do you wanna come join us?

- Yeah. - You can invite your friend

but I mean, not really.

Whoah whoah, easy there, tiger.

Man, didn't they teach you anything in juvie?

Actually, where were you?

I was around.

I ain't seen you.

Who'd you room with?

- You have a room to yourself or something?

I guess so.

Ain't no I guess so.

Look, you either heard somebody shit, piss, fart,

I mean fucking beat one out, or you didn't.

I did some IT stuff,

so it was like a tradeoff.

You hear that?

Got the prisons going all high tech and shit.

Must be in the wrong business.

- All right, anyway, so this is Marko, Ryker, Chris,

and I already forgot your name.

Oh my god, you talk a lot.

I don't mind.

You ever drink before, big guy?

Yeah, all the time.

Get to it, don't babysit it.

What the fuck, man?

Fuck!

Okay.

All right, you know, I think we should

start this one on the kiddy rides.

Come on, man.

I guess we're going to the playground.

Back in a sec.

- Hey, boys and alcohol are not a good idea.

We should split.

Look at him with those idiots.

Yeah, we don't need them, let's go.

You're right, we don't, let's go.

Hey Danny, I think your girl's leaving.

Hey!

What are you doing?

We're gonna go throw rocks at a house.

What, why?

Why not?

Wait, we'll come with.

Can a fella get a drink first?

Okay, fine.

Whatever, but you have until we finish

a quick game of Poor Me.

And since no one's had a shittier life than me,

I guess I'll be judge.

Well how do we know that?

Oh, I would trust her if I were you.

We need a judge.

Yeah, so who's gonna go first?

I'll go first.

Computer crimes, right?

Next!

Actually, you probably like learn how to cheat

on that like, Forkknife shit huh?

Something like that.

Like yo, we don't care.

Look, we was raised in the proper shit.

Y'all thought juvie was bad,

y'all should have been to St. Pauls.

Religion had been left that place.

Cockroaches and rats all on your bed.

Don't touch me.

Don't nobody wanna touch you.

Right.

Seriously folks,

two half cast brothers like us,

Older boys had a field day with me and Marko.

Sometimes, feel like I was in a hospital bed

more than my own.

- Yeah, till everything shifted and it all changed.

What shifted?

You blind?

About a hundred pounds of pure muscle over here.

How did you end up in juvie?

oh that?

We don't really gotta get into that.

All I could say is,

we was framed for that shit.

Right.

Everyone is.

Okay, what about you?

What were you in for?

Shit, I got locked up for ice cream.

Sure, then lock me in for life.

For real, what are you not guilty of?

Oh, I am guilty.

See the last thing my dad did

before being killed by a bunch of fucking cowards

was buy me ice cream.

Shit, I'm sorry.

Shit, I'm sorry too

specially for the motherfuckers who did it

'cause when I find them, I'm returning the favor.

What, dude, no.

Who else is gonna do it?

Cops aren't interested.

The useless pigs even tried to lock me up

for not leaving the station.

So what did you do?

So, just stole a cop car.

Well what'd you do with it?

Just gave it back to them.

What?

- 40 miles per hour straight through the front doors.

Fuck.

Oh my god.

I don't know if y'all ever seen

a cop car go through the cop station.

But judging by the reaction of everybody at the front desk,

I say it's not a common occurrence.