My Father Die Page #2
sending him into the jungle.
bringing him home in a box.
Hey, man, hold up.
Some cigarettes.
Where are you headed off to
in such a hurry there, man?
You need a ride somewhere?
I'll give a ride.
Look, I don't mean to speak
out of line or anything,
but didn't your
daddy ever teach you
it's rude to walk
out on a man just
after he bought you a drink?
Oh, you're in trouble, and
you need some saving, huh?
Well, maybe you don't need it,
but I could tell from the way
you looked at me in there
that you definitely want it.
I think you're just shy timing.
F*** f***.
You f***ing idiot.
Don't f***ing move.
You just assaulted a goddamn
police officer, horse.
Now, why don't you drop that
f***ing bag, put your hands
in the air, and why don't
you wee wee your f*ggot
ass over to that car.
That's right, f***ing
move to the f***ing car.
Spread your f***ing legs.
Now, you're going to spread
your f***ing legs for me, right?
Huh?
Oh, yeah.
Looks like I'm missing
out on that, huh?
You got a key?
You're in f***ing deep now, man.
You're f***ing deep.
Oh, you're gonna
f***ing rot for that.
You're...
You f***ing f*ggot.
A little out of
your jurisdiction,
ain't you, Johnson?
I got the call.
I figured I'd come out
and give your hand.
Besides, I might
have a related case.
Right.
Right.
That going to be
a problem, Wayne?
I guess we can work
on this one together.
Tell me something,
Russ, the fellow
that Lawny was
chatting up, I wonder
if you'd describe him to me.
Strong, silent type.
Hm.
Great head of hair.
Blue eyes.
About six feet tall.
He wore a really bad
cheap mix-match suit.
Oh, and he were a polka dot tie.
Like this?
Exactly.
Tell you what, Russ, if
he should come back, if you
should think anything, call me.
Don't f***ing move.
We're closed.
Goddamn it.
I said we're f***ing
closed, a**hole.
What the f*** are
you doing, man?
Jesus Christ.
What are you, the big, bad wolf?
Is this a sex fetish thing?
You want some boy p*ssy?
So what.
Who the f*** is Ivan Rawlings?
Will Tucker put you up to this?
You know you look
like a goddamn idiot.
Ah!
Ah, mother f***er.
Ah!
Why you cock sucker f*** head.
F*** you!
Ah.
The f*** is wrong with you?
Ah!
Jesus Christ!
You little f***ing cock sucker.
You little f***.
You're going to have to do
better than this, young man.
I ain't no f*ggot little p*ssy.
Aye!
Because he is my father
and a pile of sh*t.
Sh*t, I know you!
Goddamn it, you're Asher.
You're the little
f***ing retard!
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Jesus!
I think your hold man
put down the wrong dog.
You're still a f***ing retard.
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