Bone Dry Page #2

f***ing nature what ever you

want a call it was your idea,

You tell me.

Because, my guess is,

you're gonna...

you're gonna kill me anyway.

Prick.

I never said you will die

or you will might die.

What I said

was a weather you live or

dies up to you, didn't I?

I don't suppose you know

how to make a compass

from a needle

and some water?

You take that needle

and rubber it on that

fancy silk scarf of yours

to magnetized.

Then you put on

some that floats.

Put it on the water and

definitely gonna point north.

Of course,

if you drink it the water you not

gonna find your way, are you?

F*** you.

Oh, Jesus.

Oh, sh*t.

Jesus.

People almost feel

sorry for you, Eddie.

I been damn it.

Hello.

I need help.

I need help.

Like I told you this walkie

dedicated to echo her.

Like Siamese twins but

you're only gonna talk to me.

OK.

Ok, Jimmy.

Ecolo, Jimmy.

Ecolo, you mather f***er.

Who are you?

I will kill you.

What are you...

Wake up.

Gonna sleep.

Help!

Help!

Baby.

Over here, baby!

This way.

Help!

Help!

You miss me, Jimmy?

Don't take me up, Jimmy,

I like it here, Jimmy.

I like it here, Jimmy.

Jimmy.

Jimmy!

Come on, Jimmy,

come on, Jimmy, come on....

Kill me, Jimmy.

Kill me, Jimmy.

Miss you, Jimmy.

Hey.

Come over and talk to me.

Be friendly, Jimmy.

Be neighborly, Jimmy.

I'm freezing.

You?

How about barbecued?

Buona apetit!

Help!

How about barbecued?

-It's over, Jimmy.

I'm freezing. You?

I'm freezing. You?

Help!

-Buona apetit! Buona apetit!

Help! -I'm freezing. You?

I'm freezing. You?

Buona apetit! Buona apetit!

Buona apetit!

Oh, great.

I'm in hell.

Hold it.

Jesus, don't burn me, man.

I know you.

I saved yours life.

You put me in here, Jimmy.

I didn't put you

anywhere, man.

I heard you screaming

on half mile away.

I'm sick of yours

sh*t. Sick of it.

And I brought you here.

I care for you, wasn't.

I'm just medicine man.

I need you use say

something for me.

What?

Two words.

Just two words.

Buona apetit.

Say it.

Say it.

-Buona apetit.

Again.

Buona frieaking apetit, man.

I'm sorry.

You know,

I don't trust anymore.

You been bury up to

the neck in the desert

so, sure give you some

right for that, bro.

You lose something?

No.

So, what're you reading?

Poems, bro.

Like a frog and scorpion.

Tiger and the monk.

Yeah, I know him.

So, who are you?

My name is Martin.

She comes Marty for short.

How did you get there?

Walked in from the interstate.

You walked in?

No wheels?

No wheels.

Respect the desert,

respect you back.

You can...

He can get make you in...

You get make it to

the interstate? -Now?

Yeah, right now.

Don't you know

where you are?

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