City of Dead Men Page #2

on their own terms.

Let's get the f*** out of here.

Welcome home.

Thanks.

Hello?

Freedom.

When I look at you,

I don't see freedom.

I see slaves.

Slaves to the past...

To regret.

The only true freedom

lies in death.

And as one of the dead men...

Ready to die!

I can tell you...

Freedom...

It feels...

F***ing good!

Michael...

Come up here.

I'm, I'm good

where I am, thanks.

No you're not.

You're living in

a f***ing bubble...

And it's about time it's popped.

Come on.

That's it, there you go.

Michael here,

he needs a place to stay.

But if he wants

to be one of us...

There's one more thing he needs.

One foot in the grave.

But first a toast...

To new beginnings!

Up! Down! Center! Inside!

And now...

Now a real drink.

What's that?

A friend wouldn't ask.

What the f*** was that?

Oh. That...

was just the beginning.

Let's f***ing party!

Bye, Michael.

Danny?

Danny.

Hey!

Michael!

Hey!

Look at me.

Michael, are you with me?

Yes?

You see me?

Yeah.

There's someone standing

right in front of you.

Look.

Can you see?

Yes?

Michael...

It's someone you hate.

Someone...

You want to see dead.

Hey.

Look.

Do it.

Michael... Michael!

You with me? Yes?

Hush.

Congratulations,

you just took your first step

to becoming a dead man.

So what the hell did

you give me last night?

Blackstar.

It's similar to yag.

Various vines and roots

from the jungle.

Tourists call it ayahuasca.

Wait. You gave me

f***ing ayahuasca?

It helps you open your

mind to the spiritual world

confronting your

personal demons.

Today, it is used in

healing ceremonies.

Sh*t like that.

Still... a little heads-up

would've been nice.

What would be the fun of that?

- This food is disgusting!

- It has hairs on it.

Do me a favor and bring

me a plate of good food.

Sorry, sir. They'll

make you a new one.

Of all the places in the world,

why Medellin?

I was born here.

My mom was Colombian.

I knew there was something

about you I liked.

She died when I was five.

I don't remember her at all.

My dad was stationed

here when they met and...

He didn't even know

I was born until she died.

After she passed, he came down

and took me up to San Diego.

Now you're back.

How about you? You don't sound

like you are from around here.

No, I was born in this city.

But I spent most of

my time traveling.

Living with shamans

in Chile, Peru...

Studying at ashrams in India.

Learning

the intricacies of life...

And death.

So what made you come back?

"Chimba."

P*ssy.

No.

- Home.

- Yeah.

It has a way

of calling us back.

Let me ask you a question.

If you knew you had

one year left to live...

How would you live

the rest of your life?

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