Lay The Favorite Page #3

- What?

- Say a word.

- Lose.

- No, a long one.

Louisiana.

Double A, double I, L, N, O with U.

- I don't get it.

- It's the letters of Louisiana,

put in alphabetical order.

- I know, it's weird, right?

- Do it again.

Well, give me a word.

- Suicide.

- C, D, E, double I, S, U.

That was amazing.

So, after Ohio, I moved back to Florida again,

where my dad lives. And I got

a job in a Thai restaurant,

but when I broke up with

their son, they fired me.

- OK.

- OK.

What?

OK, so after I got fired,

I had to find another job.

And I found one in the paper.

And, it was...

...private dancing.

You know, going to clients houses and stripping.

- Basically.

- OK.

And then also I had a pornographic website,

which was pictures of me naked,

Photoshopped to look like I was giving oral sex

to my twin and stuff.

Eventually, a few other girls joined it, too.

Nobody knows about that.

- Nobody.

- You're a gonif.

Gonif. Yiddish for a

small time loveable thief.

You'll do very well in this business.

Well, you don't think it's

something I should be ashamed of?

No, no. You're a kid.

You're just doing kid things.

I mean, it's dangerous.

Not that happy about that.

If my parents ever found out,

they would feel like they

have no idea who I really am.

I freebased a couple of times.

I never told my mom.

I was a bookie, back in New York.

Harmless, but illegal.

As it turns out, I took some

bets from this guy in Detroit.

I never met him, turns out he's a mob guy.

When they bust him, they go

through his phone records.

- They end up busting me.

- Did you go to jail?

No, a felony conviction, but I

was only in a halfway house.

But my mom was devastated.

At least she never thought

she had no idea who I am.

- OK?

- OK.

- OK, then.

- Oh, OK. Bye.

OK, bye.

All right, see you in the morning.

- Don't be late.

- Wait! Are you hiring me?

- Still want the job?

- Yes! I want the job.

Then yes, I'm hiring you.

Hours are from 8 to 5,

you get four hours off for lunch, 10 to 2,

Monday through Saturday,

Sundays we go all day, 8 to 4.

You get paid 20 dollars an hour...

- Really?

- ...Bonuses, vacations.

- Yes. And three meals.

- Really?

Oh, my God, yes, really.

Bye.

- OK.

- - All right, I'll call you back in 10.

Oh sh*t, sh*t's popping off!

Let's get ready to rumble!

OK, there's my Minnesota, minus six.

Are you ready for this, sweet thing?

- No, I don't get it.

- You don't get what?

This! All of it! How to do it.

You should fire me.

- No.

- Dink, Dink, Dink. Let me fire her.

I'm not going to fire you, OK?

I've just been talking to you too

much and you're mired in theory.

OK, here's what we're gonna do.

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