Jimmy Urine: <stumbles in the backdoor of the club, the music is off> 
Jimmy Urine: <walks slowly up the steps holding his sore ribs> 
Jimmy Urine: jay...? 
Jimmy Urine: <can see a few people loading out, jay in a booth making out with some... guy> 
Jimmy Urine: <walks up tp the booth> 
Jimmy Urine: hey... w-we have to get going... jon said so... 
Jay: <looks up> where have you been? 
Jay’s Catch: <places the money in jay's hand and gets up to leave> 
Jimmy Urine: i... i... was here... my catch... the one you hooked me up with wanted to use his car... 
Jay: <stands> so you got the 500? 
Jimmy Urine: <nods> 
Jay: great. i got me a good 700 myself 
Jimmy Urine: w-well... jon's not too happy right now... so- 
Jay: what did you do? 
Jimmy Urine: nothing... 
Jay: oh. that must be it then. 
Jay: <heads out> 
Jimmy Urine: <follows> 

Daron: <sits at the table sipping a beer looking very disturbed> 
Kevin Neil: <looks over at him> 
Kevin Neil: uhm...are you alright? 
Daron: <nods> yeah, sure. why wouldn't i be...? 
Kevin Neil: <shrugs> 
Daron: <sips staring at the couch> 
Daron: why is that couch so... stained? 
Kevin Neil: <looks at the stains> oh...wow i hardly even notice the stains anymore....it's blood 
Daron: <eyes widen> that's a lot of fucking blood! did someone die here or something!? 
Daron: .o0 (i slept on that couch.....) 
Kevin Neil: <shakes his head> no...but it was pretty close... 
Daron: jesus... 
Kevin Neil: <nods> 
Daron: what happened... dare i ask...? 
Kevin Neil: <looks in to him again> well...remember when i told you i hurt hank for nothing? well...he found out about me and jimmy and walked in on us one day...jimmy threw him out of my apartment <laughs>...he took that kinda harshly...so he hired rain to.... 
Daron: <slowly puts his beer down looking like he's gonna vomit> omigod.... you mean, that's jamie's blood? 
Kevin Neil: <nods> 
Kevin Neil: i wanted to cover it up or something but... 
Daron: <places his hand on his upper chest, the spot where he had been stabbed with the screwdriver> that... poor guy... was that before or after he tried to kill himself? 
Kevin Neil: <stares> b-....before...<looks at the floor> 
Daron: <takes a deep breath not believing it> my god... he's been through so much... i'm not entirely surprised he tried to...<looks up at kevin> i-i'm sorry. i didn't mean... 
Kevin Neil: <squeezes his eyes shut> 
Daron: <tries to change the mood, slaps his hands on his knees and stands> he's quite a trooper. 
Kevin Neil: <thinks of how to respond> y-yes he is.... 
Daron: <takes his can to the trash> he's never once mentioned any of this to m........me. <thinks about that> 
Kevin Neil: <doesn't reply> 
Daron: <throws his car away and crosses his arms leaning his ass on the counter> 
Kevin Neil: <won't even glance at daron> 
Daron: <rubs his hand over his face> well.... i'm gonna get going now... 
Daron: <heads to the door and glances back at kevin with a sick pale expression on his face> 
Kevin Neil: <looks back at him> 
Daron: .o0 (i've treated jimmy like crap!!!) 
Daron: <opens the door> ...i'll... see ya around i guess.... 
Kevin Neil: <nods> yeah...see ya around.... 
Daron: <closes his eyes sighing then heads out leaving kevin alone...> 
Kevin Neil: <stares at the door for a long while> 
Kevin Neil: <then goes back to staring at the floor>
Kevin Neil: <turns on the TV starting to get a little bored> 

Jimmy Urine: <can see jon up ahead and swallows> 
Jimmy Urine: <lowers his head like a dog and slowly walks (limps) over to him> 
Jon: <holds his arms out> 
Jimmy Urine: <steps upto him and lays his head on jon's chest... the sent of cheep cologune and cigars> 
Jimmy Urine: <lifts his arms up and clings onto jon's shirt, closing his eyes timidly, scared, but a bit comforted> 
Jon: <points to trent> tomarrow, 4:20 pm. the stockyard bar. 
Trent: <nods and drops his cig and steps on it, turns to twiggy> come on. 
Twiggy: <hair over his face, never exposing his pale thin features climbs into the back seat of the car trent had been leaning on> 
Trent: <nods to amir> 
Amir: <walks up to trent and licks him on the cheek before getting into the otherside of the car> 
Jon: <cracks his knuckles around jimmy looking at jay> 
Trent: <gets int the car and starts it, pulls out and rolls down his window next to jon> 
Trent: <smiles> if you can't handle him <glances at jimmy> i'll take a go at it. 
Jon: <frowns clutching jimmy with one hand and flipping trent off with the other> fuck you! get outta here! 
Trent: <laughs in a friendly way and pulls away> 
Jon: <kisses jimmy on the forehead then pulls away from him to look him in the eye> you WILL do better tomarrow night. got it? 
Jimmy Urine: <stares at jon and nods> 
Jon: you've been gone for quite a while. i wish you could have gotten to know your replacment before he got shot. 
Jay: <nods looking off to the side> he was a good man... 
Jon: <glares at jay> did i ask you to speak? 
Jay: <falls silent> 
Jon: <pats jimmy on the cheek> you're a good kid. just stay inline and you wont end up like scott. 
Jimmy Urine: <stares feeling a bit confused and very concerned> 
Jon: <turns to leave> that kid was a fucking... <fades off> 
Jay: <follows jon tapping jimmy on the shoulder to tell him to do the same> 
Jimmy Urine: <they climb through some weeds and down two more alleys when they got to an old van with no wheels propped up on cinder blocks in a back street that has been blocked off.> 
Jimmy Urine: <shutters at the sight of that familiar van> 
Jon: <climbs into the back and grabs a bottle of half drunken vodka from the drivers seat.> 
Jay: <kicks the fucked up matress that fills most of the back of the van, sits on it and points to the doors and jimmy climbs in> 
Jimmy Urine: <closes the back doors then sits across from jay looking about... same smell... same look... just the same as before...> 
Jay: <lays back and begins to unfasten the buckles on his clothes> 
Jon: <climbs over to jimmy holding the bottle out> 
Jimmy Urine: <stares> 
Jon: tu bebe con yo? 
(translation- you wanna drink with me?) 
Jimmy Urine: <takes the bottle and drinks some> 
Jon: <watches with interest> 
Jimmy Urine: <stops between gulps and thinks... it tastes a bit off...> 
Jon: just finish it off. 
Jimmy Urine: <does what he is told, and guzzles the last of it> 
Jon: <smiles moving closer to jimmy> feel any better? 
Jimmy Urine: <stares at jon feeling a little light> 
Jon: <lifts his hand and brushes it along jimmy's face> well? 
Jimmy Urine: <nods to humor him> 
Jon: <smiles> good.... 
Jimmy Urine: <suddenly the van seems to tilt and jimmy finds himself laying on his back> 
Jay: <watches smiling> 
Jon: <casual voice> what have you been up to, my boy? 
Jimmy Urine: <is staring at the roof as jon leans over him> 
Jon: nothing good i assume... 
Jon: i see that, that man you were with really deprogramed you. 
Jimmy Urine: <cotton mouth> 
Jon: <leans closer, his dreads hanging down brushing jimmy's face... his numb face> 
Jon: just relax... you'll be better in no time... i promise. 
Jimmy Urine: <some reason feels very relaxed and his eyes grow heavy> 
Jon: <kisses him as jimmy's eyes close> 
Jay’s voice: i see how that works now... 
Jon’s voice: <pulls away> you wanna try? 
Jay’s voice: <echoed> is that LSD? 
Jon’s voice: <quiet and casualy> yeah. i didn't think he could down the whole thing before he passed out... 
Jon’s voice: date rape drugs are good for more then one thin.... <fades off into silence> 
Jimmy Urine: <is completely gone> 

Kevin Neil: <4:00AM- is watching TV out of boredom, isn't paying much attention though> 
Kevin Neil: <for once it isn't the news> 
Kevin Neil: <it's the movie "ghost"> 
Kevin Neil: <kevin's depressed soul triggers a tear at almost every scene> 
Kevin Neil: <wipes his eyes dry from th scene with the penny, since he was embarressed even alone to be crying again> 
Kevin Neil: <thinks of both hank and jimmy as patrick swazee's character> 
Kevin Neil: <anyways...watches the movie until it finishes with eyes full of his little melancholy tears and decides to go to sleep> 
Kevin Neil: <he was starting to get drowsy> 
Kevin Neil: <gets undressed and slips in his bedroom, flopping on the water mattress and cuddling himself under the covers> 
Kevin Neil: <almost instantly slips into dreams> 
Kevin Neil: <okay next day, he's still sleeping when 2 pm rolls around> 

Jimmy Urine: <wakes up the next afternoon, his ass more sore then it has ever been, the blood on his lips dry and cracked, and the tears dried into crusties on his eyes> 
Jimmy Urine: <he sits up trying to see, everything fuzzy and foggy> 
Jimmy Urine: <he's dressed in a long gray sweat shirt with a hood and black adidas gym pants with cigarete hole in them> 
Jimmy Urine: <wipes his eyes and licks his lips trying to remember where he was> 
Jimmy Urine: <can hear voices outside> 
Jimmy Urine: <scooches over to the doors that are half shut, some sun light coming through> 
Jimmy Urine: <pushes them open and leans out seeing jon and some other guys he'd never seen before talking in the ally> 
Jimmy Urine: <two of the men were playing hacky sack> 
Jimmy Urine: <slides down out of the van and to his feet, he squints at the sun light and holds his back with one hand, it's so sore...> 
Jimmy Urine: <slowly shuffles across the vancant lot and over to jon who continued to talk about something that involved the words, "bitch" and "fag".> 
Jon: <glances over at jimmy> s'bout time you got your lazy ass up. 
Jimmy Urine: <stares at jon in his usual mannor> 
Jon: <pulls out a twenty> go get something to eat, you look like you had a rough night... <turns to the other men and starts laughing> 
Jimmy Urine: <looks at the men... one looks like it could be that trent fella. he looks different in the day light> 
Jimmy Urine: <looks at the money that was given to him> 
Jon: go on! get the fuck outta here! get out of my face. but be back here at exactly 8:00 or i'll tan ya. 
Jimmy Urine: <nods and takes off down the alley> 
Kevin Neil: <wakes up finally, streatching and yawning, flopping back down to wrap and arm around jimmy, but finds he isn't there> 

Kevin Neil: <opens his eyes and looks, thinking> 
Kevin Neil: <kinda to himself> ...jimmy? 
Kevin Neil: <looks up to his living room...he left his bedroom door open. he gets out of bed and goes into the living room> 
Kevin Neil: <walks around the room, itching the back of his neck> 
Kevin Neil: jimmy? you here? 
Kevin Neil: <tries to remeber what happened last night> 
Kevin Neil: <holds his forehead> oh god...what happened? 
Kevin Neil: what did i do this time? 
Kevin Neil: <looks around, seeming to recall> oh...<remembers daron...and jimmy's tears> FUCK! 
Kevin Neil: <rubs his face, flopping on the couch> 
Kevin Neil: oh shit...he'll probably never come back... 
Kevin Neil: <gets up and goes to take a shower> 
Kevin Neil: <thinks he should probably go get some food> 
Kevin Neil: i'm kinda hungry...<thinking aloud> 
Kevin Neil: <when he finishes his shower he gets out and gets dressed> 
Kevin Neil: .o0(he'll come back...)...he always comes back...<thinks abaout that> 
Kevin Neil: <slips his coat on and snatches his keys, leaving out his door> 
Kevin Neil: <goes to wendy's> 

Jimmy Urine: <walks into rite aid, looking like a homeless wreck... he kinda is though> 
Jimmy Urine: <holding the twenty in his hand he heads to the first aid isle> 
Jimmy Urine: <scans along the shelf grabing up a tube of nelsporin and a small box of bandages> 
Jimmy Urine: <he also grabs some flesh tone cover make-up and a can of vicks> 
Jimmy Urine: <heads to the counter and pays for it getting only $12 back> 
Jimmy Urine: <stuff the stuff into his shirt pocket and pulls his hood up as he leaves the store>
Jimmy Urine: <walks up to a gas station and get the key for the bathroom, goes in and begins applying the neilsporin to the laserations on his knees, chest, and face.> 
Jimmy Urine: <puts bandages in the places where they are not to visable or not too bad looking, knees, ribs, and back> 
Jimmy Urine: <applys the cover up to the scrapes on his face and neck... leans closer to the mirror...> 
Jimmy Urine: <notices a deep red hicky on his throat, enough to make him frown... applys the make up over it> 
Jimmy Urine: <can't do anything about his black eye and the bad cut on the corner of his lip> 
Jimmy Urine: <curls his lip looking at the massive gap where his tooth once was... remembering when wayne had knocked it out...> 
Jimmy Urine: .o0 (i look like shit. i look like.... a whore...) 
Jimmy Urine: <takes some toilet paper and blows his stuffy nose> 
Jimmy Urine: <still has that cold...> 
Jimmy Urine: <opens the vicks and wipes some under his nose then pockets all of his stuff>
Jimmy Urine: <turns to the condom machine> 
Jimmy Urine: <sighs as he reaches up to buy some> 
Jimmy Urine: <gets about five and heads back out into the gas station and buys himself a bag of funions and a bottle of crush> 
Jimmy Urine: <counts his money like a homeless person> 
Kevin Neil: <zooms by in his shiny little black grand prix> 
Kevin Neil: <stops at a light...right by the gas station> 
Kevin Neil: <stares up at the red light> 
Jimmy Urine: three bucks.... 
Jimmy Urine: <looks around for anything else he could buy for three bucks> 
Jimmy Urine: <sees a can of spegetti-s's and franks and grabs it> 
Jimmy Urine: <pays for it... $1.25 left...> 
Jimmy Urine: <pockets the change and has the clerk put his stuff in a bag> 
Kevin Neil: <light turns green and he almost immediatly speeds off> 
Kevin Neil: <tires screech> 
Jimmy Urine: <steps out the door> 
Jimmy Urine: <sees the car speeding off, and cocks a brow> 
Jimmy Urine: <heads around to the side of the building and sits down by the air pump and ice machine> 
Jimmy Urine: <pulls the bag of funyuns out and eats them with his crush in hand> 
Jimmy Urine: .o0 (this ain't too bad...) 
Jimmy Urine: .o0 (better then dumpster diving) 
Jimmy Urine: <finishes the bag in almost no time and chugs down the last of his pop> 
Jimmy Urine: <tucks the can into his sweat shirt pocket with the condoms and rite aid stuff and heads back to the backstreets> 
(i guess that makes jimmy a.... backstreet boy... blah. that was bad.) 
Jimmy Urine: <the sun begins to set and jimmy had found himself a drug dealer that knew jon... got a hook up of speed and lost track of time> 
Jimmy Urine: <finds his way back to the vancant lot, jay is leaning on the side of the van and jon is sitting in the back> 
Jon: <stands> where the fuck were you!? 
Jimmy Urine: <swallows as he continues to walk closer> 
Jon: huh!? do you know what time it is? 
Jimmy Urine: <feels like the world is going a million miles per hour without him> 
Jon: <gets up to jimmy and bitch slaps him> 
Jimmy Urine: <flinches> 
Jon: i don't say things just to hear myself speak!!! 
Jay: <watches from a far> 
Jimmy Urine: <doesn't speak> 
Jon: <reaches into jimmy's shirt pocket and pulls out the can> 
Jon: is this food? 
Jimmy Urine: <nods> 
Jon: for me? 
Jon: <more of a statement then a question> 
Jimmy Urine: <thinks for a second then slowly nods> 
Jon: <bashes jimmy across the jaw with the can> 
Jimmy Urine: <is thrown to the ground by the impact, holds his face in pain> 
Jon: <throws the can at him> don't you fucking lie to me!!! 
Jon: i provide for you, you little shit! and you don't even think of me! 
Jimmy Urine: <holds his jaw looking up at jon> 
Jon: well? 
Jimmy Urine: <stares, his jaw throbing with pain, he feels around in his mouth finding another loose tooth on the side> 
Jon: <steps closer> WELL!? 
Jimmy Urine: <speaks, his voice crackled and weak> ...eymm... sorry.... 
Jon: <grunts in impaitence> you little rat! 
Jon: <bends down and grabs jimmy by the hood and pulls him upto his feet> 
Jon: <shoves him off roughly toward the van> go get ready!! 
Jimmy Urine: <stumbles feeling like he's gonna fall, the ground spinning...> 
Jimmy Urine: <makes it to the van and climbs in and begins digging through the pile of annonymous clothes on the front passenger side seat> 
Jon: <storms back toward the van shaking his head> why the fuck do i even put up with his crap! it's like raising a 5-year-old with the mind of a 2-year-old!!! 
Jay: <smiles smoking a cig, listening to jimmy frantically dig through the clothes pile> 
Jimmy Urine: <pulls out a white fishnet shirt and a pair of tight silver pants, quickly begins to put them on> 
Jon: <a car horn honks off in the distance, he turns to look up the alley that leads back to babylon> hurry up, you scrub. 
Kevin Neil: s-slooow to number one...<coughs a little> 
Jimmy Urine: <pulls his black fingerless gloves back on, covering up his scared wrists and grabs a tie and jumps out the back> 
Jay: <walks over and helps jimmy tie the tie> 
Jon: <closes the doors to the van and heads toward the alley> he's waiting. i'm never late!!! 
Jon: <turns and points a threatening finger at jimmy> you're gonna be doing the explaining!! 
Jimmy Urine: <lip quivers a bit> 
Jay: <jerks jimmy violantly trying to get the tie tied and him to face him> 
Jon: <heads up the ally, his whores following only a few steps behind> 
Jon: <climbs through the weeds and into the babylon back lot. heads for trent who is just getting out of his car> 
Trent: what the fuck kept you? 
Jon: <clenches his teeth and turning to grab jimmy by the shoulder> this. 
Jon: <jerks him forward like a child in a mall> 
Jimmy Urine: <hangs his head looking up at trent every once in a while> 
Trent: <lights up a pipe and inhales, holds it then hands it to jon with the lighter> you can still take me up on that offer. 
Jon: <hits the pipe, glaring at trent the whole time> 
Twiggy: <slinks up to jimmy and causiously pull him aside> <whispers> what are you doing to get him so mad? 
Jimmy Urine: <looks at twiggy, still not able to see his eyes under the long greasy black hair> 
Twiggy: <waits> 
Jimmy Urine: <doesn't reply> 
Amir: you never met scott, huh? 
Jimmy Urine: <stares> 
Twiggy: you kinda remind me of him. 
Jimmy Urine: <looks at twiggy> 
Amir: yeah, he kinda does. he's got that attitude about him... 
Jimmy Urine: <looks at amir> 
Twiggy: t'was a shame... i hope you don’t have the same fate. he was a cool guy... 
Jimmy Urine: <looks back at forth from them both> 
Amir: you'd better start doing as your told... 
Twiggy: if you know what's good for ya. 
Jay: <walks up> yeah. jon has changed since you've been gone, urine. 
Jay: his rope has worn thin. 
Jimmy Urine: <stares at jay> 
Jay: <places his hand on jimmy's shoulder> 
Jimmy Urine: <flinches> 
Jay: please <whispers> please, don't fuck up... 
Jimmy Urine: <eyes flutter as jay leans forward, expecting to be hit> 
Jay: i like you... a lot. and i don't want to see you fucked up... 
Jon: ladies! head out! i need a minimum of $800 each! go! 
Jay: <nods and heads off across the lot> 
Jimmy Urine: <goes to follow but is stopped by jon> 
Jon: you'd better make me proud. 
Jimmy Urine: <nods, a chill in his back, he's released and heads off after jay> 
Trent: <looks at twiggy and amir> i assume you can claim the prize before they can <smiles at jon> 
Jon: <sticks his tongue out> 
Trent: <points to the club and without having to say anything, the whores set off> 
Jon: you really piss me off, you know that? 
Trent: <smiles> i know. <turns to get back in his car> 
Jon: asshole. <gets in the passenger side> 
Kevin Neil: <the music is finished and he finishes his joint..he's tired...> 
Jimmy Urine: <after about an hour, jimmy makes his way upto the balcony> 
Jimmy Urine: <wipes his nose and scans over the men moving about> 
Jimmy Urine: <sees one in the corner by where the wall meets the railing> 
Jimmy Urine: <walks over> hey. 
Man: sup? 
Jimmy Urine: you look lonley, may i be of some assistance? 
Man: <smiles> how much? 
Jimmy Urine: whacha got? 
Man: <pulls out a wad of twenties from his pocket... no wallet?> 
Man: about $140 
Jack: <is dancing in the pit> 
Jimmy Urine: <smiles back> that'll work... 
Man: lets go down to the rooms below... 
Jimmy Urine: <nods, all in a day's work> 
Jack: <looks up at the balcony> huh...<leans over to alex, another friend of kevin’s> isn't that kevin's b/f? 
Alex: <looks> is it, really? 
Jimmy Urine: <follows the man down into the rooms (more like cubbies) under the balcony> 
Man: <motions for jimmy to lay down on the matress> 

Alex: <leans to jack> he's a fuckin whore! and he's cute! and i have money! 
Jack: ew...he is not cute.... 
Alex: <licks his lips> oh yeah he is, i wanna a piece of that 
Jack: gross uuuckk! he's....dirty... 
Alex: i don't care...when he's done...he's mine! 
Jack: <shudders> 

Jimmy Urine: <lays back> 
Man: <leans over jimmy getting closer to his face> 
Jimmy Urine: <stares into those familiar brown eyes...> 
Jimmy Urine: <those... needy eyes...> 
Jimmy Urine: james? 
James: <runs his hand through jimmy's hair ignoring him> 
(is everyone fucking gay!?) 

Jimmy Urine: <gets nervious...> 
James: <removed jimmy's pants and proceeds to molest him... no sex involved> 
Jimmy Urine: <stares at james... reminding himself... it's for the money...> 
Jimmy Urine: james... w-what are you doing h- 
James: <places his hand over jimmy's mouth> 
James: <removes his own pants and climbs up onto jimmy> 
James: i don't like talk. you keep your mouth shut, ya here? 
Jimmy Urine: <nods> 
James: <lifts jimmy's legs up onto his shoulders and pulls out that familiar knife> 
Jimmy Urine: <stares at it> 
James: you watch many snuff films? (*a real porn/rape ending in the murder of the victim, underground)
Jimmy Urine: <eyes widen and he shakes his head> 
James: <presses the flat side of the blade to jimmy's neck as he applys the lotion and leans forward shoving himself into jimmy> i find them amusing... 
Jimmy Urine: <hand back over his mouth, he streins himself trying to see the blade on his neck> 
James: <smiles the same way he did in the car that day and begins to pump, the blade pressing and pulling back each time> 
Jimmy Urine: <stares up at james> 
James: it's... the intensity of the charge, you see? 
James: the blade here... i have the power... i am the one to be obayed... 
Jimmy Urine: <stares horrified, too horrified to feel the pain of the penitration> 
James: <removes his hand from jimmy's mouth and shoves the money there instead> 
James: <lifts the blade and points it to jimmy's cheekbone> cry. 
Jimmy Urine: <stares, wanting to but again... can't> 
James: <presses the knife down, cutting into jimmy's face a little> scream you faggot! 
James: <is really getting off on this...> 
Jimmy Urine: <begins to get very uncomforatble and makes quick gasping noises> 
James: <slams the knife down hard into the matress only inches from jimmy's ear, holds his breath...> 
Jimmy Urine: <can feel it inside... almost relieved that he missed his face with the blade>. 
James: <pulls off of jimmy and grabs his pants> now, that's how i like my bitches... quiet and beat down. tell jon, i said fuck you. 
Jimmy Urine: <lays there not moving, the money still in his mouth> 
James: <removed his blade from the matress and folds it down pocketing it, blows a lil kiss at jimmy and leaves> 
Jimmy Urine: <slowly sits up pulling the money out of his mouth> that was so noth worth $140... 
Jimmy Urine: <cleans himself up and catches his breath as he pockets the cash and heads back out to the floor, the speed really kicking in> 
Alex: <spots him> hey there he is!
Alex: <tries to clamber to him> 
Jimmy Urine: <is rubbing the cut on his face trying to clean the blood off> 
Alex: <makes his way to jimmy> hey wassup? 
Jimmy Urine: <looks over> huh? 
Alex: i have about 500 bucks here and willing to spend it on something good! 
Jimmy Urine: <eyes widen> is that so? 
Alex: oh yeah... 
Alex: <pats the money in his pocket> 
Jimmy Urine: <thinks first this time> um, what do you have in mind? 
Alex: well i'm mostly in to good oral... and i like to receive anal too... 
Jimmy Urine: <nods> alright. 
Alex: <cheers> yes! 
Jack: <watches them from a distance> 
Alex: <takes jimmy back below the stairs> 
Alex: <unzips his pants and pulls jimmy close to him> 
Jimmy Urine: <is obediant> 
Alex: <points down> you know what to do 
Jimmy Urine: <kneels down and pulls alex's pants down all the way and rubs his hand up and down his cock making it hard.> 
Alex: <humps in and out of jimmy's hand, already enjoying it> 
Jimmy Urine: <leans in and places his lips around it, sucking in tasting the precum> 
Alex: <twitches in erotic excitement> 
Jimmy Urine: <with every suck, he cups his tongue around the under side of the cock and strokes it> 
Alex: <runs his hands through jimmy's hair> 
Jimmy Urine: <sucks in long but hard patterns> 
Alex: <trembles tremendously>
Jimmy Urine: <the head of his customer’s dick getting soft while the bone itself swells stiffer> 
Alex: <gasps to the point of choking on his breaths> 
Jimmy Urine: <lifts his hands and begins stroking his nutsack at the same time> 
Alex: <his hips start moving back and forth, his excitement inclining> 
Alex: <gasps become groans> 
Jimmy Urine: <pulls back a bit nursing on just the head> 
Alex: <curses to the pleasure> 
Jimmy Urine: <running his fingers up behind his testicles and presses firmly on the prostate gland> 
Alex: <eyes are squeezed tight, almost hurting him..he feels it cumming> 
Jimmy Urine: <deepthroats> 
Alex: <groans loud, squeezing jimmy's hair> 
Alex: <shoots all of his load in jimmy's hot mouth> 
Alex: <screams over the thumping bass> 
Jimmy Urine: <takes it until he can't hold it anymore and leans back, spitting a majority of it on the floor> 
Jimmy Urine: <cum dripping from his lips and nose> 
Alex: <pants, feeling weak from the orgasm> 
Jimmy Urine: <wipes his mouth breathing in> 
Alex: you're pretty good.... 
Jimmy Urine: <looks up at him not speaking> 
Alex: that one dude is pretty lucky to be your b/f...if i had a b/f that could suck like that...damn! 
Jimmy Urine: <lowers his brow> boyfriend...? 
Jimmy Urine: are you refering to kevin? 
Alex: <tongue hangs out, nodding> 
Jimmy Urine: <stands> he's not my boyfriend. i can assure you. 
Alex: oh really? that’s cool 
Alex: well i'll tell you what...you don't have to fund me, i'll be nice and give you the 500... 
Alex: <reaches in his pocket> 
Alex: <hands jimmy the wad of dough> 
Jimmy Urine: <takes it smiling with gratitude> 
Alex: <rubs him on the head> you be good! 
Jimmy Urine: <his missing tooth showing> 
Jimmy Urine: <nods> 
Alex: <steps back out to the floor...um, after pulling his pants up that is> 
Jimmy Urine: <pockets the cash and heads back out as well> 
Jimmy Urine: <climbs the steps and toward the bar feeling pretty good about his night> 
Jimmy Urine: <browses the men a the bar like a shopping catalog> 
Alex: <runs back to jack> that was awesome! you should try him out! 
Jack: <stares blankly> are you kidding? kevin's my friend he trusts me... 
Alex: suit yourself <shrugs> 

Voice: how much are you selling yourself for this time? 
Jimmy Urine: <turns to see daron... glares> 
Daron: <crosses his arms> why? 
Jimmy Urine: i'm not talking to you. 
Jimmy Urine: <turns to walk away> 
Daron: <grabs jimmy's arm> why are you doing this to yourself? 
Jimmy Urine: doing what!? 
Daron: letting yourself be used like this!? <reaches up and touches jimmy's cut cheek> 
Jimmy Urine: <pulls away> used!!! were you using me to get to kevin!? 
Daron: what? 
Jimmy Urine: <can't cry> you and him! 
Daron: it's all a misunderstanding... 
Jimmy Urine: yeah, you and him fucking on the couch, i can't seem to understand how that works! (sarcasum) 
Daron: one thing just lead to another- 
Jimmy Urine: why are you even explining yourself to me!? 
Jimmy Urine: last i checked you hated my guts! 
Jimmy Urine: <points to his cheek> and you see this? i just got mine too! 
Daron: what are you talking about? 
Jimmy Urine: <turns and storms away> 
Daron: jimmy! wait! i'm sorry, okay!? 
Jimmy Urine: <shakes his head as he walks> sorry we ever fucked. 
Daron: james euringer!!! 
Jimmy Urine: <turns around and points his finger into daron's face> i have good mind just to hurt you right now... 
Daron: too late. 
Jimmy Urine: <glares> 
Daron: i didn't want to hurt you, okay? i just wanted us to go our seperate ways without you missing me... or me missing you. 
Jimmy Urine: <places his hands on his hips> well, you fucked up big time then, didn't you? 
Daron: <pulls out $600 and holds it up> right now. to forget the past. you take the money and it never happened. 
Jimmy Urine: a-are you bribing me!? 
Jimmy Urine: do i look that gullible to you!? 
Daron: <hold the money out still> i'm sorry (sarcasum) i thought money and sex were the only things that got through to you. 
Jimmy Urine: <stares at him trying to think of a comeback> 
Daron: <holds the money up> $600. 
Jimmy Urine: i'm sorry, daron. i can't just forget... 
Jimmy Urine: can you forgive? 
Jimmy Urine: <looks away> 
Daron: <steps closer tucking the money into jimmy's fishnet> how much is he demanding? 
Jimmy Urine: <looks up> what? 
Daron: your pimp. you do have a pimp, right? 
Jimmy Urine: <closes his eyes feeling ashamed> $800 minimum... 
Daron: <pulls out his wallet> 
Jimmy Urine: don't. 
Jimmy Urine: i'm fine. 
Daron: you don't look fine, 
Daron: <steps forward and pulls jimmy into a hug, resting his cheek to jimmy's ear> 
Jimmy Urine: <rips away thrashing at him> don't!!!! 
Jimmy Urine: <turns away covering his head> 
Daron: <stares> 
Daron: i'm sorry... for you. 
Daron: <turns and walks away not looking back at him> 
Jimmy Urine: <lowers his hands and looks> 
Jimmy Urine: <under his breath> daron... come back... 
Daron: <is gone> 

<the night is over, the whores head back, jimmy gives jon the money he earned> 
Jon: $1,240. not bad. 
Jimmy Urine: <back at the van, jimmy cracked open the can of spegetti-o's> 
Jimmy Urine: <he ate with his finger and drank down some of it too> 
Jon: <leaned against the wall watching him> 
Jon: <has a half smile on his face> i'm proud of you, kid. you're getting back to your oldself. i like it. 
Jimmy Urine: <finishes the can, soup on his face> 
Jimmy Urine: <he licks it off and wipes it on his arm> 
Jon: <sits up and leans forward> 
Jon: you do it again tomarrow night, got it? and there might be a raise in there for ya. <locks lips with him> 
Jimmy Urine: <sits a little stunned but accepts it> 
Jon: <leans down on jimmy making him lay back onto the matress> 
Jimmy Urine: <eyes still open> (i'm assuming jay is outside, or something) 
Jon: <twists his tongue around inside jimmy's mouth and rubs jimmy's lower half with his hand> 
Jimmy Urine: <slowly relaxes... slowly remembers how this used to comfort him after a painful night> 
Jon: <stayed ontop of the clothes, but foreplayed to its fullest, kissed down jimmy's neck and then licking his was back up again> 
Jimmy Urine: <sighs quietly with comfort and releases some tension> 
Jon: <lays ontop of jimmy, relaxing his weight and runs his nose along jimmy's ear lobe> 
Jimmy Urine: <closes his eyes and slowly drifts to sleep> 

Kevin Neil: <wakes up to music playing on his alarm clock in the bedroom> 
Kevin Neil: <"i'm sailing away" by styx...> 
Kevin Neil: <groans, slipping off the couch> 
Kevin Neil: <THUD!!> 
Kevin Neil: <groans again, sitting up and rubbing his eyes> 
Kevin Neil: <looks around, hoping jimmy maybe came home...> 
Kevin Neil: <shakes his head, not seeing him> 
Kevin Neil: <runs a palm over his face, yawning and standing up, walking over to the scarred beaten phone (resembles jimmy)> 
(only jimmy isn't made of platic and doesn't have an attenna coming out of his head...and he doesn't run on batteries..okay! back to the story) 
Kevin Neil: <picks it up off the hook and calls the first number he thinks of> 
Kevin Neil: <it rings and rings and rings> huh....
 Kevin Neil: <rings on and on, but no one picks up>
 Kevin Neil: <sighs and hangs up...wondering> 
Kevin Neil: <decides he needs to get out and get some air> 
Kevin Neil: <lights a cig and smokes> 
Kevin Neil: <leaves the apartment locking up then drives away> 

Jimmy Urine: <wakes up to a good kick in the head> 
Jon: what the fuck were you doing with james black!? 
Jimmy Urine: <jumps up covering his face> 
Jon: huh!? the man you were with at the bar! you took his fucking money!? 
Jimmy Urine: <stares up at jon scared out of his mind> 
Jon: it's counterfit!!! and now i'm being tagged for it! 
Jimmy Urine: <heart starts to race> .o0 (scott...) 
Jon: what in the fuck possesed you to take money from a man who's never had more the ten dollars in his life!? 
Jimmy Urine: i-i'm sorry? 
Jon: <slams his fist down onto jimmy's head> fuck that shit now! i've got the pigs after me! and i'm NOT going back to that shit hole over you!!! 
Jimmy Urine: <trembles, feels sick being in such confined quarters with jon in a tissy> 
Jon: you hear me, faggot!? 
Jimmy Urine: <nods quickly> 
Jon: <grabs jimmy's hair and pulls him outh of the van> get out here so i can disapline you properly! 
Jon: <drops jimmy to the concrete> maybe i can beat some fucking knowledge into your head! 
Jimmy Urine: <doesn't even attempt to get up> 
Jon: are you a fucking retard? 
Jimmy Urine: <holds still on his hands and knees staring at the ground directly under him> 
Jon: are you!!??? answer me!!! 
Jimmy Urine: yes!!! 
Jon: <kicks jimmy in the side with his steeltoed boot> 

Kevin Neil: <drives downtown, looking for something>
Kevin Neil: <drives past babylon> 
Kevin Neil: <bass thumping> 
Kevin Neil: <turns the radio off suddenly, spotting...uh...west..field...cemetary> 
Kevin Neil: <cemetary isn't far across the street from babylon. kevin drives up the path until he spots a last name> 
Kevin Neil: <stops his car and gets out> 
Kevin Neil: <kneels before hank’s grave and sets a rose on it>
Kevin Neil: <sniffs, holding his nose, then pats the stone>

Jimmy Urine: <caves in and curls into the fetal position> 
Jon: <reaches into the van and grabs a pair of pliers> 
Jon: <kneels down over jimmy brandishing them> 
Jimmy Urine: <looks up, eyes widen as jon grabs jimmy's pants and begins to rip them off> 
Jimmy Urine: w-what are you going to d-d-do? <stutters weakly tensing up> 
Jon: i'm gonna cut your fucking shit off!! something i should have done a long time ago!! 
Jimmy Urine: <panics and begins kicking as jon rips at his underwear> 
Jimmy Urine: oh, shit! oh, shit! 
Jon: <presses his knee down onto jimmy's stomach trying to hold him as he used his hand to get a good grip on his junk> 
Jimmy Urine: <can feel the cold steel touch his privates and screams at the top of his lungs, smacking at jon's shoulder with his wimpy little fists> 

Kevin Neil: so i'm sorry...<goes back to his car hearing the scream> 
Kevin Neil: <sounds like a woman...lol> 
Kevin Neil: <starts his car> fucking LA... 
Kevin Neil: such a sick place... 

Jimmy Urine: <lifts his legs trying to kick jon in the face> 
Jon: <places his hand down over jimmy's face and pushes his head down into the concrete> 
Jimmy Urine: <the pliers clamp down, jimmy bites jon's hand as hard as he can and kicked himself free of his grasp> 
Jon: <drops the pliers and grabs hit bitten hand> you fuck!!! 
Jimmy Urine: <jumps up, his crotch sore, pulls his boxers up, grabs his pants and begins to run for his life...(or his future childen's life i suppose...? )> 
Jimmy Urine: <sprints down the alley, feeling like he's running from the court room again> 
Jimmy Urine: <can hear jon cussing and his footsteps rapidly following> 
Jimmy Urine: <leaps through the weeds like a fucking deer and dashes through the babylon back lot> 
Jimmy Urine: <gets around the front of the building and cuts through the street> 
Jimmy Urine: <when he reaches safehaven he stops to take a breather and get his pants back on> 
Jimmy Urine: <tries to relax and rubs his crotch groaning in pain> 
Jimmy Urine: .o0 (this sucks... i'll probably never get off again, never have kids, and never get any money from sex to feed myself on...) 
Jimmy Urine: .o0(damn. i didn't realize how much my dick influences my life...) 
Jimmy Urine: <the sun has set and the streetlights are on, jimmy begins to walk up the opposite side of town trying to stear clear of babylon> 
Jimmy Urine: <as he walks with his hands in his pockets he passes the apartment> 
Jimmy Urine: <stops and glares up at it> 
Jimmy Urine: <stomach growels> 
Jimmy Urine: .o0 (you're running out of options here...) 
Jimmy Urine: <clenches his and storms toward the building> .o0 (i can feel a fucking storm-a-brewin!) 
Jimmy Urine: <climbs the steps rather then taking the elevator and moves down the hall> 
Jimmy Urine: <grabs the handle and opens the door> 
Kevin Neil: <snaps out of it> 
Kevin Neil: <looks> 
Jimmy Urine: <walks right in not even acknowledging kevin and heads right for the cupboard> 
Kevin Neil: <jaw drops> oh my god.... 
Kevin Neil: jimmy.... 
Jimmy Urine: <grabs a few cans of spegetti-o's> 
Kevin Neil: are you alright? 
Jimmy Urine: <slams the cans on the counter and turns to look at kevin, his face pale and brused, cut and scrapped, and a bright black eye> do i fucking look alright!? 
Jimmy Urine: <proceeds to open the cans> 
Kevin Neil: <eyes widen> 
Kevin Neil: <stands up and pushes the chair in> 
Jimmy Urine: <talks as he does so> i've been beaten, raped, molested, nearly neutered! 
Kevin Neil: <stares> 
Jimmy Urine: did i mention <looks over at kevin> cheeted on!? 
Kevin Neil: <glares> yes jimmy...and now you know exactly how it feels 
Jimmy Urine: <glares back> fuck you. <pours the cans into a big bowl> 
Kevin Neil: <eyes widen again, this time in anger, not astonishment> 
Kevin Neil: what?! 
Jimmy Urine: <puts the bowl in the microwave and slams the door> i'm not in the mood for your bull shit right now!!! 
Kevin Neil: <bites his lip closes in on jimmy> bullshit?!?! 
Jimmy Urine: <turns to face kevin> exactly what you're full of. 
Kevin Neil: <inches closer to jimmy, his eyes red with fury> you fuckhead!! you felt all of my pain that night! 
Jimmy Urine: <clenches his fists> you don't know what pain is!!! 
Jimmy Urine: look at me!!! 
Kevin Neil: i am jimmy!! you look pathetic!!! 
Jimmy Urine: <shoulders tense, lips get tight and he begins breathing rapidly> 
Jimmy Urine: i don't need this shit from you too! 
Jimmy Urine: i got enough of it from jon!!! 
Kevin Neil: it's your choice to be a whore jimmy!! 
Jimmy Urine: you have no idea how hard it is!! how hard it is to be me!!! 
Kevin Neil: if it's so hard than STOP IT! 
Jimmy Urine: <slams his fist on the table> you know what!? i don't need this! i don't need the abuse! i don't need YOU!!! 
Kevin Neil: <lifts his hand and cracks it across jimmy's face in fury> 
Kevin Neil: <hard> 
Jimmy Urine: <is thrown to the floor, his hair falling over his face> 
Kevin Neil: <his look remains serious and angry> 
Jimmy Urine: <is still breathing hard, his face hidden> 
Kevin Neil: <shakes with fury> 
Kevin Neil: jimmy...i've put up with your shit for longer than i should have 
Jimmy Urine: <looks up and grinds his teeth> ...just like jon.... 
Kevin Neil: <his expression never leaves its seriousness> 
Kevin Neil: <grabs jimmy by the arms and flings him up and throws him against the counter> 
Kevin Neil: <grunts with superiority> 
Jimmy Urine: <catches himself on the corner gasping, and glaring at kevin> you fuck!!! 
Kevin Neil: <grabs jimmy's hair again and bitch-slaps him again, across other cheek> 
Kevin Neil: <pants with anger deep inside him> 
Jimmy Urine: <spits blood at kevin> 
Kevin Neil: <knees jimmy's groin> 
Jimmy Urine: <falls to the floor yelling>  
Kevin Neil: <rests a foot on jimmy, holding him to floor> 
Jimmy Urine: <looks up at kevin, panting so hard that it makes that deep scraping noise> 
Jimmy Urine: i...hate you... 
Jimmy Urine: <coughs as he pushes kevin's foot away> 
Kevin Neil: <his lip is twitching in a snarl, showing his fang-like canines> 
Kevin Neil: you always have 
Kevin Neil: <pants> 
Jimmy Urine: <glares as he tries to sit up> 
Kevin Neil: <kicks jimmy's stomach for an ending> 
Jimmy Urine: <falls back onto his side holding his stomach and choking on his own plegm> 
Kevin Neil: <glares down at the body, walking away> i don't hate you... 
Jimmy Urine: <a sharp pain in his right lung, begins to sob in pain> 
Kevin Neil: but i have never been more upset with anyone in my entire life!! 
Kevin Neil: enough is enough, james! 
Jimmy Urine: <spits his own blood from his lungs onto the floor, forgotten tears rolling down his cheeks> 
Kevin Neil: grow up! <snatches his coat> i'm going downtown and when i come back you better be gone, you shit stain! 
Kevin Neil: <leaves> 
Jimmy Urine: <rolls over onto his back, his right lung hurting, his ribs cracked and a few floating> 
Jimmy Urine: ...mistake... 
Jimmy Urine: <closes his eyes trying to imagine what he must've looked like to kevin just then...> 
Jimmy Urine: what the fuck... is wrong with me... 
Kevin Neil: <just drives around not really going anywhere specifically> 
Jimmy Urine: <can feel his rib peircing his lung everytime he inhales> 
Jimmy Urine: i... 
Jimmy Urine: want to be loved... 
Jimmy Urine: ...again... 
Jimmy Urine: <can't move from the spot he lays in> 

Kevin Neil: <is incredibly angry, starts to think that if he doesn't mellow out, he'll crash or something, so he parks in the babylon parking lot and starts beating the hell out of his car's interior> 
Jon: <glances over from his spot next to trent,(who is really getting a kick out of the whole jimmy running thing)> 
Kevin Neil: god-dammit! <pounds on his seat> 
Jon: <squints> 
Jon: no fucking way... 
Kevin Neil: <gets out and slams on his hood> 
Trent: what is it? 
Kevin Neil: <dents it! damn he's mad!> 
Jon: <begins walking over> you! 
Kevin Neil: <looks> 
Kevin Neil: huh? 
Jon: where the fuck is jimmy! 
Kevin Neil: <stares, thinking> i don't know where the fuck he is! 
Kevin Neil: he ran off on me a few days ago 
Jon: <is surprised> he seems to be good at that. 
Kevin Neil: <nods> ehh 
Jon: he owes me big! 
Kevin Neil: owes you? 
Kevin Neil: for what? 
Jon: this is the second time he's slipped from my grasp... never again. 
Jon: the counterfit money he earned from one of his customers! 
Kevin Neil: <eyes widen> oh...that sucks 
Kevin Neil: <remains casual> 
Jon: <cracks his knuckles> next time i see him... 
Kevin Neil: <nods> 
Twiggy: like scott... eh? 
Kevin Neil: <looks over> h-who's scott? what happened to him? 
Jon: the last whore who tried to bail on me. 
Kevin Neil: oh? what did you do? 
Jon: once my whore, always my whore. death do us part. 
Kevin Neil: <rests his arms on the roof of his car> 
Trent: <laughs, his whores joining in> 
Kevin Neil: <nods> 
Kevin Neil: did you kill him, or somethin? 
Jon: let's just say that he'll never work the streets again. 
Jay: <nods> 
Kevin Neil: <nods> 
Kevin Neil: <walks around his car...blood is visble on his clothes> 
Kevin Neil: <lights a cig, smoking> 
Jon: tell me if you find that little shit. i'm gotta finish my job of neutering him before i set him "free". 
Kevin Neil: neutering? <chuckles> 
Jay: <curls his lip> 
Jon: <makes little scissers with his fingers> yeah, he bailed on me before i could give the pliers a good twist
Kevin Neil: <wrinles his nose> owch.... 
Jon: deserves every bit of it. 
Kevin Neil: <holds out his box of cigs> want one? 
Jon: <smiles exposing his pointy rat like teeth> sure, <takes one> 
Kevin Neil: <nods, smiling> 
Kevin Neil: <puts the box back in his coat> 
Jon: yeah, i had him working for me for a few years back in the day. i lost track of him for a while. he brought some good shit too. 
Kevin Neil: <hands him the lighter> 
Jon: i just got my nails into him a few nights ago... had to retrain him. 
Jon: <puts the cig in his mouth and lights it> 
Kevin Neil: <smoking> he was a little uneducated, huh? 
Jon: <puffs> yeah. <laughs> been around you too long. he forgot what obediance and respect was. 
Kevin Neil: <nods> i understand...<trying to remain friendly and casual...like nothing is up> 
Kevin Neil: so...was he happy to see ya? 
Trent: <busts out laughing> 
Kevin Neil: <smiles> 
Jon: <glances over at trent then back at kevin> sure he was. of course. after i kicked his fucking ribcage in.
Jon: <laughs looking back at the whores... they laughed too> 
Kevin Neil: <laughs out loud, but it wasn't real> 
Kevin Neil: <sounded like it though> 
Kevin Neil: <puffs> so...he brought you some counterfeits last night? damn...and you just got out of jail...you don't need that shit again... 
Jon: <smokes> 
Jon: fuck no. he's too stupid to know the difference. 
Kevin Neil: <laughs at jon's comedy> 
Kevin Neil: <rubs his chin>