Leaves of Grass Page #2

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the War on Terror.

Not that I ain't

interested in the travails

of a small-time dealer.

You calling me

small time?

We gotta

make it to Tulsa.

I was the first

grower to use hydroponics.

What's that?

Germinating the seed

in water, you shithead.

You know how many generations

of hybridization I did

to get top varietals?

There is a goddamn

reason I grow the best.

Enough, Brady.

What's it gonna be?

Pug wants his money.

Well, if I'd've known

about a time table, we'd...

Shut your face

about a time table.

He's offering you

a way out. You sure

as sh*t better take it.

Or he'll bust

open your glory hole

like nobody's business.

[Suspense music

builds up to

soft rock]

We should turn these.

I ain't gonna

manufacture or purvey

anything that

I won't ingest

into my own sweet self.

Look you, here.

How you gonna call

that a controlled substance?

Well, the government do.

Look at the bud

structure on it.

The crystal density?

The smell of them turpins.

You can't

synthesize that.

That is nature's delivery

system for goodness.

Distilled into

a pure form.

It glides down

into your belly and blooms

into a feeling of peace.

In a world beset by evil.

That world is gonna

be there, no matter

how much grass you smoke.

Now look here. You

wanted to build the f***in'

Taj Mahal to hydroponics.

Well?

And you done it.

But you know what you

was getting into.

And he sure as sh*t

ain't going away.

Brady,

My mind's working on it.

[Soft country music]

Hey ya, Sharon.

Where she at?

Oh, she's

in her usual spot.

Hi, Joe.

Brady.

Hey, Momma.

(Daisy with twangy accent)

Oh, hey.

What you

got there?

Oh. It's a new article

on Billy and a few he

wrote his self.

Thank you.

You know,

I've been thinking.

Maybe, maybe your daddy

wanted to get killed.

Sh*t.

I got

this picture of him

running toward

a machine gun nest

'cause he'd

rather die that way

than come back to Little

Dixie and grow old to

stare through a window.

Well, seeing

how he was on about

every drug imaginable

I wouldn't spend my time

trying to figure out

what was in his head

over 30 years ago.

Do you remember

him at all?

I remember smelling weed

for the first time on him.

Well, that's certainly

had its impact.

Daisy, why don't you

come home and live with me

and Colleen for a while?

Colleen and me.

What's your version

of proper grammar?

Rhythm, maybe.

Don't duck the question.

You're 12 years younger

than anyone in here.

This is ridiculous.

I like it here.

I can do what I want.

I'm not eager to get stranded

when you get yourself killed

or taken back to prison.

Momma, Colleen's pregnant.

You don't say.

I've been dyin' to tell ya.

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