Hello Herman Page #2

to that even crazier liberal

blogger Lax Morales.

Now, believe it or not,

Morales plans

to broadcast an interview

with this criminal.

If this left-wing nutjob has

any intention of giving this kid

a platform to preach his insanity,

his sick twisted beliefs,

then I think that Morales

ought to be executed

right next to Howards.

No.

Uh, can I get a scotch?

Hey, aren't you that Morals guy?

- It's, uh, Morales. But, yeah.

- Keep the change.

Come on. One drink. Come on.

How was your first day

with... with Herman?

- You should know better than that.

- Better than what?

Asking a fellow journalist

about his exclusive.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought you were

just a blogger.

Ouch.

People are saying this is gonna

be your capote moment.

You're famous now.

Wow.

I want to know what happened.

I know you left me to do a

piece on The Klan in Georgia

and you said you were gonna

come back to me in one piece.

Not a phone call, nothing.

- How could you do that to me?

- I couldn't come back.

Why not?

Just couldn't.

I loved you, and you said

you loved me back.

And even after all this time,

you still can't give me a reason

why you never came back to me?

Not a phone call,

not an e-mail, nothing.

I'm sorry.

I never, ever

stopped loving you.

So, this colored boy...

He comes up on us.

Stares me straight

in the face and says,

"you think you're

better than me?"

So I spat at him.

Right in his face.

So, um, tell me something,

Dougie-dog...

How you expect me

to make you captain

when you're faced

with an opportunity

to show the colored why the

white race is superior,

and all you can do is

waste your spit in his face?

Dumb kids.

That's what you are,

both of you... dumb kids.

- Uh, excuse me, Mr. Gall?

- What?

I- I've been waiting a long

time to meet you, and, um,

I didn't think I'd get a better

opportunity than right now.

Why do you want to

talk to me, Yankee?

Well, it's, uh...

It's, uh... it's your book.

I've been reading it.

I think you just might be a prophet.

If that's so.

So, what can I do for you, boy?

You could start by signing my book.

- What's your name, son?

- It's Vic, sir.

Vic.

My celebrity.

Lax.

- What's that on your shirt?

- It's a dodo bird.

Why are you wearing a

dodo bird on your shirt?

Because they look stupid,

but they're actually really smart.

Oh. That's cool.

Well, it sounds like

I got the seal of approval.

Should we begin?

Well, how much money do

I get for talking to you?

You don't get any money.

The money goes to the

families of the victims.

Besides, I thought you

wanted to tell your story.

Yeah, this is part of my story.

How much?

I don't know what the standard rate

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