Black Tar Road Page #2

- I'm just gonna go.

- Oh, what's wrong, buttercup?

- I don't feel good.

- You're okay, you just need

to walk it off, that's all.

Come on.

- But I just had that one.

- You're gonna be all right.

I got your hair.

That's all right.

You're all right.

- I feel better.

- Yeah, you feel real good right now.

- No, I feel good, I'm going.

- Hey, where are you goin'?

Hey, hey, come here.

You're not going anywhere.

- What?

No, no, no.

- The party is just beginning, honey.

Now you hold still.

- What are you doing?

Get off.

Don't!

- We're gonna have

a little fun right now.

- Get the f*** off of me!

Stop it!

- You b*tch!

You hit me?

You dare hit me?

You dare to hit me?

I'm gonna tear you up.

Woah, woah, woah.

All right now.

Hold on, take your finger off the trigger.

- F*** you.

- Come on, now.

- Yeah.

What now?

- I shot someone.

Ducky, I don't know what to do.

- You shot someone?

- What do I do?

- You know what?

This is how you don't bring attention

to the operation.

- Should I come over there?

- No, you cannot come here.

- I'll do the last haul.

- Yeah, you will do the last haul.

- Okay, well what do I do?

- You'll get the money,

and you'll send it here,

but don't call me ever again.

And you can start over wherever you want.

But do not contact me again.

- Okay, I'm hanging up.

- Charlie,

she had this dark spirit about her,

you know, it's like

when I think of a color,

I guess I'd think of black.

And she liked to wear black

all the time, and she had

black hair and black eyeliner,

black pants, black tank

tops, black shirts, you know.

I always said, you know,

maybe she'd throw in

a little color here and

there, but I don't know,

I guess maybe I was her color, you know.

And she was that neutral tone.

Along with that there was

always somethin' she was hidin'.

Maybe she had a non-interference

pact with herself

or some f***in' thing.

A promise to not open up

and let anyone in her mind

or her heart.

But that's good.

That's protection.

It's like cellophane-covered.

Seran-wrapped up tight so

nothin' gets in or out.

We were all just the

walking wounded, anyway.

Inhaling lungs full of f***ing hash.

Life is short, or life is long.

Who even knows?

Charlie was hardly a saint.

On the other hand, maybe she was.

- There's your map,

directions to get there.

Hook up your rig and get outta here.

Get down, get in her face

My bad reputation got me the best place

Gotta have it, gotta have it, they say

Should no longer 'til

we got up in your case

- I have to say,

Charlie came into town

like a lightning storm, or

a hurricane or somethin'.

Suddenly, she was just there.

Yeah, she could knock down anyone's world.

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