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Dusty is bad.

I'm on the floor, staring at my bedroom ceiling shouting, "I'M A FUCKING WASTE!" I've been here before.

Bonnie leans in and blows two lungsful of smoke into my face.

"But you were onto something, Franky-boy. I'm serious."

"What's with this Dusty stuff?" I ask.

"I don't know. You tell me." she replies.

"I can't shake it. It won't go away."

"So?"

"Like the last six have been the same."

"So?"

"The last six have been Dusty."

"So?"

"So? That's a problem...

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FADE IN:

INT. DUSTY'S CHILDHOOD BEDROOM – FIFTEEN YEARS AGO

Toys are scattered everywhere. Batman sheets line the bed. A signed-framed photo of Freddy Krueger hangs on the wall. An 11-year-old boy lies on the floor on his stomach and watches Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child. This is Dusty as a child.

Through the walls we hear the muffled sounds of GLASS BREAKING and a SCREAM followed by VIOLENT SHOUTING and more CRASHES.

Dusty reaches for the...

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I stared out the window and wondered why Matthew hadn't said a word since he returned from his little powwow with Vanessa. He just grabbed me by the wrist and marched me outside and said, "Get in!" and we were driving. I didn't know where we were going. I didn't know why he would leave his big gallery opening in such a huff. I was concerned but I waited for his move.

He suddenly pulled the car to the side of the road in the middle of traffic and slammed...

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An interpretation of "The Diner Scene" by Sammy Beatrice.

"He has tumors all over his brain. They call him Cancer Carl in school. Sometimes they drop out of his nose. One time…I mean two times, we were eating breakfast and a tumor dropped into his oatmeal." Bonnie holds back the giggles. "It was awesome!"

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An interpretation of "Inspirational Toothpaste" by Brendan Garbee.

"Keep on brushing!"

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Eighty miles an hour.

This car is not meant to go eighty miles an hour but that's what I'm doing. I'm doing eighty in an '87 Toyota death-box. The thing is shaking like a Chihuahua with a smack habit that's reentering the atmosphere. It's gonna break to pieces. It's gonna burn up. I don't care. I'm alive. I'm in love. I'm alive and I'm in love and I'm in love with alive.

"This is the one!" I shout over the rushing wind and blasting music. "I know it! This is the good one!"

Bonnie's feet are on...

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An interpretation of Frank's "Deathbox" by Brendan Garbee.

"My car smells like a running chainsaw. It's disgusting and unhealthy."

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"Stop fidgeting!" he shouted past the canvas.

"That's easy for you to say," I said. "You're not the one freezing your nips off."

I was standing in the kitchen, nude, holding a pie in one hand and a toy robot in the other. I wore an apron around my waist, thick, furry boots and a fake, push-broom mustache. Just a typical Sunday afternoon in the geniusy art world.

Matthew stared. "You're really beautiful. You know that?"

"Your mom's beautiful." I said. "Are we almost finished? I gotta pee."

He...

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"Stop fidgeting!" he shouted past the canvas.

"That's easy for you to say," I said. "You're not the one freezing your nips off."

I was standing in the kitchen, nude, holding a pie in one hand and a toy robot in the other. I wore an apron around my waist, thick, furry boots and a fake, push-broom mustache. Just a typical Sunday afternoon in the geniusy art world.

Matthew stared. "You're really beautiful. You know that?"

"Your mom's beautiful." I said. "Are we almost finished? I gotta pee."

He...

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