Sins of Our Youth

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We knew it was a terrible plan...

but...

we were scared.

What made us think we could deal with something like this by ourselves?

I'm gonna straight empty da' brass on all these bitches.

Empty da' brass?

Where do you learn this shit?

Want some?

- What's in it? - Jack.

Dude, stop rapping.

- Hey, Tyler. - What?

Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew.

Dead, bitch.

- Did Tyler tell you? - Tell me what?

Got the house to ourselves for about five days.

Nice, where'd the rents go?

Ah, work trip. Christmas vacation, whatever.

Something like that.

You want something?

You got 282 tickets.

Okay, I'll have the soccer ball then.

No, you won't.

Soccer ball is 300.

Pick something else.

Come on man, can't you just give them the soccer ball?

He's only 18 short.

Maybe I should slam that pussy mouth of yours shut.

Now you got enough for two.

I wanted the lava lamp.

You said we were gonna split it.

That guy was being a douche. What was I gonna do?

How do you know that kid?

- Who? - The kid who gave us the tickets.

Oh, we live near each other.

During the summer my dad throws this neighborhood barbecue thing.

He and his older bro always come with their parents.

Should I ask him my question?

Huh?

Snakes or circus music?

No, don't make us look stupid.

What?

Did you tell Tyler we're out here?

Yeah, he said they're coming.

Cool.

Hey, here they come.

- You guys getting drunk? - Come join the party.

Klutz.

Carlo.

Night babe, miss you.

You mind?

My mom's pulling in. You want a ride home?

Uh, nah it's okay, I got my bike.

We could just throw it in the trunk.

It's cool.

Smooth.

Hey, Tyler.

What?

Audrey.

Tight box or what?

Shit.

Try and fucking talk about Audrey again,

- see what happens. - I'm sorry.

For real.

Let me hit that shit.

Let me hit that shit.

Guys, guys, guys, guys.

I'm drunk.

- You wanna go talk to me or some shit? - Yeah.

David, don't be a pussy, man.

We just popped your cherries!

Drink that shit.

Oh, I shouldn't be driving.

- Look Carlo's mom, no hands. - No hands, no hands.

Cops, cops, cops.

Ah, you little bitch.

You almost spilled it. You almost spilled it.

Hey, your parents are out of town, right?

Uh huh, why?

I think we should go huntin'.

- Hunting? - Yar.

For some reindeer.

- You're insane. - No I'm not.

We're not putting holes in the damn roof with my dad's guns.

Yo.

Let's drag these reindeer out back.

- I wanna shoot shit. - Yeah, me too.

- Tyler! - David.

You and Carlo get those things off the roof and put them out back.

I'll meet you back there in 10.

It'll be fun, man.

- Yo, you got a key for this thing? - Uh yeah, check his tool belt.

Tool belt?

Yeah.

Bathroom floor usually, I think.

Damn, bro.

Your mom has big ass titties.

- Why don't you grow up, man? - Uh, seriously?

Ty, hook me up.

Scott, I said grab the key.

- My dad's gonna kill me man. - I couldn't find it, shut up.

Damn!

That's the truth.

Yeah it is.

All right.

I've got the M16, Scott's got the Uzi.

You guys, you have the pistols.

We can't shoot the rifles?

No.

And listen up,

cause I'm the only one who knows anything about this stuff.

What are you talking about? I went hunting with Dad.

Once. And you didn't shoot anything.

- Bitch. - Okay, so from my memory,

take your left hand, put it on the butt of the rifle.

Right hand next to the trigger.

And then take the butt of the gun and put it on your right shoulder.

And lean forward when you shoot.

Why?

Kickback and stuff.

Also, we only have three headsets.

So, one of us gets to go deaf.

It's cool.

I'll listen to my music.

Eh, a good idea.

So how are we gonna explain the reindeer to Mom?

Watch where you're pointing that thing.

It's live now.

Oh God, you stupid fuck.

Here...

let's do this shit.

- No, no! - Guys!

Stop! Calm down.

- Be careful. - Fuck this shit up!

- Whoa! - Oh, God.

Oh my God, that was awesome!

That was awesome.

Aw David, come on, that was great, wasn't it?

That was sick, dude.

That was fucking sick!

Hey, was that your first time shooting buddy?

That was it.

Aw, we popped his cherry, Scott.

We popped his cherry!

You're such a dickhead.

- It was great, wasn't it? - That was sick, dude.

That was fucking sick!

You popped his cherry!

Nice!

That was so dope!

Hey! Hey.

Come on, I wanna try that shit.

David.

- Let me try this. - Where the fuck is he going?

- I don't know. - Hey, hey, hey.

Are you all right?

Don't look! Don't look!

Yo, fuck!

Serious.

How the fuck did this happen?

Because we shot him.

Who the hell is he again?

His name is Bradley.

He lives about a mile down the road.

Do you got anything to eat?

How could you be hungry?

Shouldn't we call an ambulance...

or something?

Not yet.

Let's just think for a second, okay?

My mom's friend is an orthopedic surgeon.

We should give him a call...

for sure.

He's dead, idiot.

What's an orthopedic surgeon gonna do anyways?

Fix his feet?

This isn't funny, Scott.

He's still bloody. Didn't you say you were gonna clean him?

No, and how was I the one that got chosen to clean him?

All right, it was David's fucking idea.

How the hell did I get elected to do this, huh?

- Dude, chill. - I mean, shouldn't call someone?

- The police maybe, or something. - Call the police.

- Call the police? - We should call his parents.

Are you trying to get us arrested?

I'm with Carlo, we call the cops and turn ourselves in.

I'm not turning myself in.

If we turn ourselves in we can tell him it was an accident and maybe they'll let us off the hook.

Everyone just stop for a second!

It doesn't matter if it was an accident.

Trust me when I say it doesn't matter.

When I was a freshman, I knew this guy.

He was driving home after a football game, drunk.

And he hit this kid.

And they put him away for a long time.

This is different.

Yeah, you're right. The kid he hit lived.

Get it?

Not really.

He means that we'd get fried for this.