Glass Chin Page #2

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or calls anymore.

It's like they gave me

the number of a ghost.

Where have all the hangers-on gone?

You used to complain

about them being around.

I've lost 73 Facebook friends

in the last few months.

Your shoelaces are untied.

Are they really your friends?

Anyways, very least,

you can not check your phone...

...in the middle of the movie.

Movies like that

bug the hell out of me.

I mean, why don't they just move?

I thought the movie was solid.

So if you don't mind, I want

to be alone with my thoughts...

...for a little bit before you

pollute me with your negativity.

And where would they move?

Where are they gonna move?

Far away.

You're in love.

Some a**holes tell you

not to fall in love.

Move away from the a**holes.

I think wherever they went...

They went... please.

They move to Rome.

They move to Paris.

Who the f*** is gonna care?

They can do their own thing.

They can lick pears

and chew salami.

Even if you move,

your problems don't vanish.

They do if your problem

is where you live.

Oh, look.

- Did you hear that?

- Yeah.

It was spitting something up.

He was not.

He was laughing.

I made him laugh.

You couldn't tell?

Oh.

Ho-ho-ho.

Uppercut, uppercut,

left, right, left.

Right?

Right.

You want money, huh?

They called you The Saint.

Yep.

You want money?

I'm Ray.

That's good.

Don't be a f***, honey.

That's okay, ma'am.

He ain't got to talk to me.

Too bad your saint...

...didn't have a stronger chin.

Oh, sure,

you had blazing speed...

...but no whiskers.

Jesus got hit hard,

but he stayed the course.

Come on, Bud.

You're a f***in' bum.

What do you know about saints?

I could smell you all the way from here.

Oh, so what?

I smell.

You never heard of Saint Francis,

ignorant motherf***er?

Here, here, take this.

Oh, no, that's okay, ma'am.

That's fine. I'm fine.

Thank you very much, ma'am,

kindly.

You should absorb some dignity

from your woman, Saint.

Wouldn't kill you.

We're done.

Come on.

Wise men may be free of greed

but not you.

I can't believe you tried...

...to give that rambling twat $2.

It's cold.

Yeah, I know.

I'm f***ing freezing.

Did I tell you how those yogis...

...generate heat in the cold

through meditation?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You told me something about

the breathing techniques...

...to fire up the heart pulmonary

or something.

That's not exactly it.

Well, it had something

to do with breathing.

Sorry.

I'm not a yogi.

How late you gonna be?

If it goes good, late.

He might want to drink

or watch fights or something.

Text me if you're gonna be out all night.

Good luck.

Welcome to The Silver Apple.

I parked out front,

in front of the fire hydrant...

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