A Night in Old Mexico Page #3

Oh yes sir. You put hair and horn on

a stick of dynamite, you get the idea.

Christ sakes.

You rode him now, huh?

Yeah, a buckaroo like him, had a rode

and pick in his nose in one hand

and scratches his little

red hiney with the other.

Say, old man, pull over.

Who you calling old man?

I'm saying, come on man.

Pull over cause I gotta take a leak.

Good idea.

The son of b*tches

were drinking all my beer.

You see, that wasn't part of the deal.

- You're too much, you know that?

- Hey, you're the one who's too much.

Trying to pass yourself

off for a cowboy.

Hell, you ain't no cowboy. You ain't

never rode no damn bull, have you?

- Now, have you by God? Huh?

- I could go off, if I had the chance.

No, I think you have better

luck selling pipe dreams,

than shuffling papers

like your damn daddy.

Stop talking about my father, alright?

You maybe think you

ready to ride a bull,

but hell, you ain't

ready ride no damn bull.

And I'll tell you another thing too.

You ought to throw that goddamn

counterfeit hat after winter

cause there ain't a cowboy

alive go out in public

wearing something

like that on his head.

You know, I won't be

criticizing somebody's hat

if all I own in the world is

this gas guzzling junker.

That's low. That's really low.

Trying to hurt a poor old man's feelings

when he's down on his luck, eh.

Just don't criticize my hat, and

we'll get along just fine, okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

I would say this for your hat though.

It damn sure goes good with them

dull pack of red boots you wear.

Give me another one, eh.

How old is the music, ain't it?

Okay. Will do.

Now watch it like it's yours, hombre.

Remember it ain't.

El Da de los Muertos.

Day of the dead.

It is where they go down

to the grave in order

to have supper with

their dead kin folks.

Yeah, the same, all the same.

Nothing's changed.

- Mattheus, nice to see you.

- Hey.

Nice thing.

Good to see you.

Hey, look at this.

Careful there amigo!

Marriage ain't ....

Speak English, I can't

understand that gibberish.

Give me a dollar,

watch me cut myself.

I'll give you a five,

go cut your damn throat.

Man, that was cold. How could you

tell him to go cut his own throat?

I gave the poor bastard five bucks,

how much did you give him?

You know that, I gave your daddy a

little pony when he was a little boy

he would have circled all

over the place. Yeah he did.

Hey, you alright?

- That girl.

- What girl?

It reminds me of somebody,

this all from a long time ago.

Yeah.

First time I come down here to

old Mexico, I guess roughly on ...

We were going to

buy some cheap cattle.

This girl come walking

down the street,

long black hair, reaching way down

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