Ainda a Juventude... a minha claro!!!

MONEY!!! SHOW!!! GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Long time no see" misfits

Yeah!
Attitude
Some fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what you say to me
You've got some attitude


Inside that bitter brain
There's gotta be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the floor, yeah!


Attitude, what you've got
Some fuckin' attitude
Attitude's what you've got
Some fuckin' attitude
Yeah, all right


Inside that bitter brain
There's gotta be a whore
If you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the mutha fuckin' guitar!


Oh, attitude
Some fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what you say to me
You've got some attitude


Oh, attitude
Some fuckin' attitude
I can't believe what you say to me
You've got some attitude


Yeah!

Emily Haines

"thermal scream"

IL CACCIATORE

"One Shot"

My Shot...  

Man, let's go hunting!... Where are
they?

The place is cramped, littered with camping paraphernalia. A
deer head is mounted above the sink and NICK, who is half
into his tuxedo, is applying waterproofing to a pair of heavy
boots. MERLE smiles, throws his kit on the stove and sits.

   MERLE
  (indicates the
  waterproofing)
 You should have put that on last
 night.

   NICK
 I know.

   MERLE
 That way it sets.

   NICK
 Yeah.

Pause.

   MERLE
 I just wait. You know?

   NICK
 Huh?

   MERLE
 I just wait. For this... It's what
 I wait for... I wait all year.

   NICK
 So do I.

   MERLE
  (sharp)
 You do?

   NICK
  (nods)
 Yeah.

NICK grins, takes down his rifle and begins wiping the oil
off it.

   MERLE
 You think about it?

   NICK
 Yeah.

   MERLE
 So do I.
  (watches Nick for a
  minute)
 I want to be ready... You have to
 be ready... It has to be there, in
 your mind.

   NICK
 The shot?

   MERLE
 Fucking A.

   NICK
 I don't think about the shot that
 much.

   MERLE
  (firmly)
 You have to think about the shot.
 It's the shot. The shot's it.

   NICK
  (uncertain)
 Yeah... I guess.

   MERLE
  (studies him)
 What do you think about?

   NICK
 I don't know... I guess I think
 about the deer... Being out, maybe.
 I don't know. I think about it all.
 Hell, I like the trees, you know? I
 like the ways the trees are, all
 the different ways the trees are
 too.

   MERLE
  (with a glance to the
  window)
 I'll tell you something, Nick. I
 wouldn't hunt with anyone but you.
 I won't hunt with a yo-yo.

   NICK
  (laughs)
 Yo-yo! Who's a yo-yo?

   MERLE
 Who's a yo-yo...? Who do you
 think's a yo-yo! They're all yo
 yo's. I mean they're all great
 guys, for Christ's sake, but... The
 point is, Nick, without you I'd
 hunt alone. Seriously. I would.
 That's what I'd do.

   NICK
  (laughs)
 You're a fucking nut. You know
 that, Merle? You're a fucking
 maniac!

   MERLE
 Yeah.
  (he grins)
 When it comes to hunting, that's
 true.