Death Hunt Page #3

...that I will not miss him.

Well...

Happy 1932.

Oh, you feel good.

You feel pretty good yourself.

Take it easy, kid. Easy.

You've got a lot of potential for a rookie,

but damn, you're ragged.

What do you mean, ragged?

Look, if you're in a do or die

contest with big stakes

you let the other guy

get a head start on you.

Take smaller swigs and

hold your breath, eh?

It looks like it's getting to your head.

When you see it's getting to him,

turn that sucker up

and bust it on down.

then you pray to the Lord you get the

hell out before you fall flat on your ass.

Where did you learn

them high school tricks?

Smooth - boy,

you've got to think smooth.

You're standing on my feet.

Sorry. You want me

to take my boots off?

- Where'd you say you learned this?

- Louisiana.

Louisiana?

You know, I used to practice

on my uncle's still.

Damn, I'd drink his whiskey

better than anybody around.

So, my uncle named that whiskey

after me:

Sundog whiskey.

That's a goddamned lie.

That whiskey was called Sundog

a hundred years before you were born.

Go on. Tell them what

your real name was.

Go on.

- I ain't ashamed of it.

- What is it?

George Washington

Lincoln Brown.

Yuck, yuck, yuck!

What's so damn funny about that?

Nothin'. Not a thing, Mr President.

No, but he was a first rate pitcher

with the Negro League.

Then he tried to make

the move over to the majors

by saying he was a Jamaican.

- Or was it Cuban?

- Mexican.

You don't look Mexican.

They didn't want to let me in

the majors and you know why.

Damn right I know why. I must've

heard that story 600 times.

Because I was too damn good.

That's why.

Hell, I'd have pitched that ball

down Ty Cobb's throat,

and made George Sisler

look like a damn electric fan.

They'll never let a Negro

do that to a white fellow. Never.

No sh*t.

I just kept trying to keep out of the

cold, and that was good enough for me.

Excuse me.

Alvin, she wants to know when

you can be ready for her.

- Tell her soon.

- She says you're a virgin.

She says you walk like you've

got a roll of nickles up your ass.

She says she can wait

for you in the bedrroom.

Well, there's nothing in the book that

says f***ing's against the law.

- I'm surprised.

- About what?

- This.

- What?

What about you?

What about me?

Well...

I mean...

didn't it mean anything?

Oh, God, woman, please.

Get your hands off me!

Where is he?!

I've got to talk to him now!

Get out of my way!

Edgar!

That crazy son of a b*tch killed Jimmy Tom!

The f***er who stole my dog!

And you let him be!

Crazy bastard!

Do you hear me Edgar?!

Jimmy Tom is dead!

I'll take care of it.

Jimmy Tom is dead!

I told you I would take care of it.

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