The Cat and the Moon

Sir.

Sorry.

Cab driver: Oi, you have to pay.

Oh, shit.

Sorry.

How much is it?

Taxi driver: $52.

It's $507?

Cab driver: $52.

Wow.

Ok.

All right.

Keep the change, I guess.

Hey, man.

Kind of a shot in the dark, but do you have any weed?

Holy shit, you done got big.

Come on. It's cold.

Shit.

Wow.

You look just like your dad, man.

It's just freaky.

Come on around here and sit.

No, no, no.

That's my station.

This is my chair here.

Right here.

Would you like some coffee or cereal or...

No, I'm ok.

Thanks.

Ok.

Yeah.

That looks new.

Oh.

Yeah.

Does your mom know you got that?

Yeah, my mom actually got it with me.

Oh, wow.

What?

Cal: Nothing.

So, how you been?

Nick: Great.

Great.

I've been really great.

I mean, not great, you know.

Everything with my mom.

But, um, where am I staying?

What's that?

Oh, you don't want to go up there.

All right.

What you think?

You like?

Yeah, it's cool.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Ok, the bathroom's down there, all right?

I have a weight room just in case you want to workout.

The TV's downstairs and my bedroom's

right across the hall, all right?

You hungry?

No, I'm good.

Cal: Ok, cool.

Oh, and about school.

I already signed you up.

All you have to do is go down, so you don't have

to worry about no orientation.

All you have to do is show up like you've

been going for a year.

All right.

All right?

Going to bed?

Um, yeah.

I think I'm going to go to bed.

All right.

You don't want me to read you no bed time stories

or nothing like that, right? No, I don't.

Thanks. - Ok, cool.

All right.

Enjoy your night.

Yeah, you too.

All right.

Goodnight.

You good?

Yeah, just was saying goodnight.

Ok.

All right.

All right.

All right, fuck me.

Come up here.

Chill out.

Chill out, dog.

You bitch ass.

Fuck.

So, you go to this school?

Uh, no.

I mean, yeah, I guess I am for a little bit.

I'm coming from Detroit, so I'm just here for a few weeks.

Ok.

- You going to the sixth floor? - Mhm.

You?

I guess so.

It was nice to meet you.

- Yeah, you too. - Good luck.

Thanks.

Hey, you in algebra 11?

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

Where is it? I don't get the schedule at all.

Yeah, the schedule fucking sucks.

It's this way.

Ok.

Teacher: Quiet, everybody.

All right.

Pass your homework up.

Russell, hat off.

Yeah.

Teacher: Wake up.

Come on.

Pass it up front.

Thank you.

It's Nick, right?

Yeah.

Teacher: One second.

Here you go.

Ok.

Thanks.

Ms. Peterson: Come see me if you have any questions.

Ok.

Ms. Peterson: All right.

Russell, did you do the work?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Ms. Peterson.

Ms. Peterson: You're killing me.

I'm sorry.

Ms. Peterson: I don't want to hear it.

All right.

Um, everybody, we have a new student.

Nick, why don't you stand up?

Oh, no. It's ok.

Ms. Peterson: Oh, no, really.

I insist.

Why don't you introduce yourself?

Uh, well, you already called me Nick,

so they kind of already know what they need to know.

But in case you're hard of hearing, I'm Nick.

When someone talks to me like that,

what am I supposed to do, let that happen?

You've got to fucking think...

I'm going to get up in their motherfucking grill, yo.

I'm not that kind of person.

You can't be getting up in motherfuckers' grills

all the time, right?

You think stuff through.

Motherfuckers can't think that they can get up in my grill...

Yo,

what?

Do you smell that?

Seamus: You getting high?

Yo, sick.

What up, man?

I'm Seamus.

This is Russell.

Russell: Yeah.

What's up, what's up?

Russell, man.

Yo, that shit was so funny earlier.

I was fucking dying laughing.

Yeah.

She always does that stand up in front of the class bullshit.

It's the worst.

You have no idea about how bad I want to hate fuck that angel.

I was a dick.

No, yeah.

We were all fucking dying. It was hilarious.

Don't let that shit burn out.

Look at this contraption you got,

man, with the car freshener.

Man, this is intricate, dude.

Russell: Did you make this? - Yeah.

Russell: It's tight. - Can you hold that?

No.

Why do you always think I'm just going to hold your shit?

Can you please just fucking... I would hold it for you.

Fine, I'll hold it. I'll hold it.

- Thank you. - Just ask me next time, man.

Seamus: Fuck.

I've got to get to French.

Are you free right now?

Uh, I mean, I think so.

I have no idea.

I don't get my schedule at all, but.

Wait, you take French? Why?

That's hard as fuck, right? Yeah, man.

It's super fucking hard.

I'm failing the fuck out.

But I want to learn so bad and just speak it all the time,

order crepes in French and shit.

I mean, that sounds...

Yo, what the fuck?

I didn't get a hit.

I'll give you one, motherfucker.

Relax.