Lost Cat Corona Page #2

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Snake.

Listen, I appreciate

the company, bud.

I do.

No problem.

I got time.

Besides, what if somebody

tries to take your lunch money?

It's Connie's bike.

Mine's busted, all right.

You looked in a mirror lately?

All right, where to?

You're the one with the map.

Let's go.

No cat. But he says,

I'm a dead ringer

of his deceased cousin.

Before dead or after?

I don't know.

Let's go check the lot

around the corner, huh?

Yo! Yo, Leonard!

Where you been?

Don't look at me

for inspiration, I'd bag this

whole thing for a cold beer.

I come from a long line

of non-motivators.

You?

Your father

was the heavyweight champ.

"Stop being so low in your life.

You gonna keep this in

the god damn urinal completely!"

He used to say to me.

I can't tell you

how many times.

I wondered why your shoes

always looked wet.

Leonard!

F***ing cat.

What?

What!

Check this sh*t out.

Hey, good eyes.

What the f*** is that!

What?

Oh, sh*t!

It's a f***ing ear!

This ain't a gag, is it?

No, that's someone's

sliced of a f***ing ear!

Van gogh live around here?

Should we call the cops?

No, I'm not getting involved

with that sh*t.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What are you doing?

Don't throw that in there.

We've got our fingerprints

all over the bag now.

You said you didn't want

to get involved.

I did.

Just give it to me.

I'll, I'll give it to sal.

We'll take care of it.

Yeah.

Hey, you want to split this?

What?

Money.

No.

I was born way too late.

Give me the old west,

with saloon towns, and

horse turds steaming

in the streets, and

shootouts at sundown,

I live every day

to die, partner.

So today, it's me or you?

Yeah, tweasel said

to look out for you.

Yeah, tweasel is a fucktard.

And, let's be clear on, man.

I'm hearing.

Tweasel organizes

a whole little party.

We just here to facilitate.

You get my brother's truck

back here.

And we'll take it from there,

clean, no wrinkles.

You have my word.

And what word are

we talking about here?

Is the word chair?

Or is it recalcitrant?

I would like that word.

It...

It's my promise.

I got you again!

You gotta relax, Bambi!

Don't push it over 60.

It'll stall.

It has a tendency to stall.

Maybe I'll step into

the spray booth a little.

Catch a little buzz.

That sh*t'll turn

your brain to glue, come on.

Nah, that smells good!

Right, amen?

Amir.

You know how to drive a stick?

Ah, been a while.

That's all right.

It's automatic.

Don't you ever f***ing

point your finger at me!

I will cut it off!

There she is.

Unless you planning on

running on fumes?

Hit the f***ing pump.

Where'd you find him?

Hey. Not yet.

You find him?

Did you shake

the dry food bag outside?

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