Roscoe’s Wetsuit

Three more shots go off and a stray bullet flies through the door and hits Dude 2. The door swings open and Fam falls on the floor with blood flowing from his chest. Dude 1 is laying outside next to the welcome mat. The boy walks over to dude 1, takes his phone from his pocket. As if it was second nature the boy takes a picture of Dude 1 and blogs it

INT. Sanitarium – 2 weeks later (Melrose plays low in the background)

The boy is sitting at a table staring at a television. Behind him a Doctor walks in with Naomi
Doctor
He hasn't been responsive since they brought him; he just at that table every day. Good luck in there

Naomi walks up behind him and sees him running his finger over a carving in the table. “Roscoe’s Wetsuit”
Naomi
Hey, it’s been a while

She sits across from him and sees nothing in his eyes

Naomi
I've been thinking about you a lot. I even wrote you a poem; do you want to hear it?

The boy doesn't respond he continues to sit there

Naomi
I go to bed after my alcoholic delusions
Boxing with T-Rexs, I pass out before losing
Family and friends believe my addictive tendencies
Will eventually be the end of me
But the bottle does not discriminate
Especially when I'm filled with hate
So I sleep at the bottom
Of this sleek and slender bottle
Slowly dying of a disposition
Inherited against my wishes

Naomi begins to cry and runs out. As she walks out a tear escapes the boys eye. He looks at the T.V and the Today Show is on. They play a viral video that has been going around. What does the fox say starts playing. The boy smiles