The Motel Life Page #2
I can't go to jail, Frank.
You're not gonna go to jail.
Okay? Nobody knows
anything. We just lay low.
- you gotta get me outta here.
- They ain't gonna find out.
This TV's starting
to drive me crazy.
That poor kid.
You see Polly Flynn?
I pretended like I was asleep.
I ain't never been in love, Frank.
Marge is the only
girl for me, I guess.
And she's just a picture I draw.
It sure don't feel like
love with Polly Flynn.
If it does at all, it's
when we're f***ing.
Sometimes I feel like
I love her then.
Never anytime else, though.
But then...
I used to feel that when I
used to f*** that fat old lady
when we were staying
at the Silver State.
Even then when I was about to let go,
I felt like I wanted to marry her.
Here you go.
Thanks.
At least you've been
in love, Frank.
I don't care what you say,
that girl really did like you.
All she ever did was
talk about you.
Hey.
- You want one of these?
- Alright.
- Hey Gary.
- Frank.
I went by and I sat
with him yesterday.
Seeing him there like that...
it's hard not to think about the night
that you guys jumped the train.
Yeah, I've been thinking
about that too.
Why do you think he did it, Frank?
I don't know much...
but what worries me is you
guys just f***ing split.
- Did you at least cover it up at work?
- No. We just left, I was...
drunk, and Jerry Lee was so
upset, he was out of his mind.
But that looks bad.
I mean, somebody starts asking around...
and now you're both f***ed.
I know.
Why don't you ever come
down on him, Frank?
'Ey.
Come on.
Luck of the Flannigans.
Almost worse than mine.
Almost.
Uh...
Jerry Lee said you
owe him some money.
Yeah, I do.
Yeah, look, I owe him that
money and I'd pay you, Frank.
I would pay you but...
I've been betting the playoffs and I
f***ing lost the last three weeks.
I'm down a couple grand, man.
I should've bet it on the Tyson Douglas
fight, that's what I should've done.
Buster Douglas is gonna
win that fight, Frank.
Christ, Tommy.
Besides Jerry Lee, you're
the unluckiest guy I know.
Don't you read the papers?
Jesus, nobody thinks Buster Douglas is
gonna make it outta the first round.
Hey guys.
- I don't know, where ya been, Al?
I've been in the loony bin.
- Could I get a vodka cranberry?
- Sure, hon.
Ugh, come on.
I happened upon a bottle of liquid
acid. And I couldn't stop taking it.
I ended up walking down Virginia.
Right down the center of town.
All I was wearing was my
underwear and flip-flops.
Luckily I'm still
half sane, though.
They say they try to get you straight...
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