Spring

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But the boss was here

and he said you can't work here

anymore, man. I'm sorry.

I really don't want to be

unemployed right now, Mike.

Look, I can bring you back.

I swear to God I can bring you back.

I brought Shitty Carl back.

He stabbed a goddamn

crippled guy in the leg with a fork.

Right, Shitty Carl! He's a f***in' sh*t.

He's a piece of sh*t!

- I just need some time.

- Ah, f***!

I just need some f***in' time, man.

You know how it is, man.

I mean, the f***ing Yelp reviews.

- We're getting f***ed here. I can't...

- What are you gonna do, brother?

- Where did you get this?

- Evan, wait...

All right, I don't need you

to f***in' follow me home, Tom.

Just hold up, man.

Ev!

F***.

Dude, do you need any help

down at the boats?

Can I have one of those?

Yeah.

I'll ask around.

You should talk to Dale

about construction gigs.

Dale?

He's been unemployed since June, man.

Give me that lighter.

You want to gut fish for tourists?

I mean, I smelled like a tuna fish's

a**hole for four years,

but it's good work.

Smell that.

- I don't... I don't know.

- Just smell it.

- I don't know.

- It's like it's on me forever.

I got some inheritance.

I can just use that.

Yo, where my f***in'

cigarette at, b*tch?

It's gonna get real f***in' boring

- following me around all night.

- I know where you live now, b*tch.

Why don't you just go back to f***in'

East County you f***in' tweakers?

- F*** you, you motherfuckers.

- F*** you!

Thanks for staying, man.

Yeah, they'll file a police report,

they'll sue me,

then they'll come back here

with baseball bats.

You want me to stay? Got an extra bed?

My mom's.

F***. I mean, Ev, I love you, brother,

but I'm not drunk enough to sleep

in your mom's deathbed.

Yeah.

Why don't you just lock the doors?

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