:40:01
Say something, Mark.
:40:04
- Fucking say something, huh?
:40:14
I'm cooking up.
:40:34
Cook us up a shot, Rent.
I really need a hit.
:40:39
And so she did.
:40:41
I could understand that.
To take the pain away.
:40:46
So I cooked up,
and she got a hit.
:40:49
But only after me.
That went without saying.
:40:55
Well, at least we knew
who the father was now.
:40:57
- It wasn't just the baby
that died that day.
:41:01
Something inside Sick Boy
was lost and never returned.
:41:05
It seemed he had no theory with which to
explain a moment like this, nor did l.
:41:10
Our only response was to keep
on going and fuck everything.
:41:13
Pile misery upon misery.
:41:15
Heap it up on a spoon
and dissolve it with a drop of bile.
:41:18
Then squirt it into a stinking,
purulent vein and do it all over again.
:41:22
Keep on going, getting up, going out,
robbing, stealing, fucking people over.
:41:26
Propelling ourselves with longing
towards the day it would all go wrong.
:41:30
Because no matter
how much you stash...
:41:33
or how much you steal,
you never have enough.
:41:36
No matter how often you go out
and rob and fuck people over...
:41:38
you always need to get up
and do it all over again.
:41:41
- Gangway!
:41:45
Sooner or later,
this kind of thing was bound to happen.
:41:54
Because shoplifting is theft,
which is a crime...
:41:57
and, despite what you may believe, there
is no such entity as victimless crime.