Pawn Shop Chronicles Page #2

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big influences are, Ricky.

Well, definitely.

The King, um, King,

and the King.

- KKK all the way.

- You can catch Ricky..

- Wait, no..

- ..This weekend

performing his tribute

performance to the King.

I'd like to just say one

word:
God bless America!

Irwin County Fair.

Back to you, Michael.

Lamar!

You lying bastard.

Vern didn't steal

my money, you did.

No, I didn't.

Bullshit.

I know it was you 'cause it

sure as hell wasn't Vernon

and you're the one who lied.

Oh. Oh, man.

I guess it was me, man.

What the..

I f***ing knew it.

You give me my money, you

lying piece of sh*t.

- I don't have it.

- What?

Where is it? Where is it?

It's in the air, man.

I smoked it up.

$80 since this morning?

What the f***?!

We gonna kick your ass, Lamar.

We gonna f*** you up good.

'Cause of you, old

Vern got killed.

And that sh*t ain't cool, man.

There's getting high

and there's getting a

brother f***ing ran over!

God damn it, bro! Kick his ass!

I oughta kick your

f***ing ass, Lamar.

Randy, don't, man.

You got a gun, huh?

- Huh?

- No.

- We need a gun.

- Hey, hey, we could ask Don.

Don will have a gun.

Yeah.

We gonna go get the gun and we

gonna come back and shoot you.

- Right?

- Don't you steal sh*t while I'm gone.

Okay?

Okay.

Is that my Styx

CD in your pants?

- Huh?

- God damn it. Yeah.

F***, Lamar!

Put it back, Lamar.

- I ain't f***ing around.

- Sorry, man, it was right here.

I was warming it.

It's your f***ing ass now.

You're f***ing dead, Lamar.

Kick his f***ing ass, Randy.

What the f***?

What, you ain't gonna

kick his f***ing ass?

Shut the f*** up.

We gonna come back and

kick your f***ing ass!

Oh, sh*t! F***, man!

You guys are f***in' mean, man.

Yeah, so we just wanna borrow

your gun for a couple of hours

and we'll bring it right back.

Get the f*** outta here.

What the f***, man?

I can't believe that f***-mouth

slammed the door in my face.

I should've kicked his ass. That's

what I should've f***ing done.

- Yep.

- Dumb motherf***er.

Hey..

Didn't we borrow his

lawn mower one time

and then we sold it

instead of taking

it back to him?

I want that machine back

tomorrow, you understand?

Yeah, yeah, you got it.

You got it.

Thanks, Mr. Don.

Huh.

Oh.

- No wonder he's so f***ing pissed.

- Yeah.

Hey, man, I've gotta

ask you something.

Yeah? What is it?

Look, don't be giving

me no bullshit about

how you can't believe I don't

know and stuff, though, okay?

Fine. What is it?

I'm serious, man. You can't

be calling me dumb-ass.

For f***'s sakes, all right.

Okay, we've been in the

Aryan Confederacy now

for about a year, right?

- Yeah. Uh-huh.

- Okay.

There's one thing I

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