Tomorrow You're Gone Page #3
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you talking about?
Who says anything
hurts me, alright?
Pain's written all over you.
Come here, let me
rub your back.
Look, I don't want nothing happening
past what's already happened.
You don't want to be with
me in no kind of way.
Why don't I?
I just ain't.
I ain't a guy you'd end up
liking that's all.
You don't mean that Samson.
You wouldn't have come back
if you didn"t like me
and want me to like you.
There's this rich friend
of mine in prison.
We called him the Buddha.
He used to love telling me about all
the fancy dishes he loved to eat.
Shrimp and...
lobster.
He told me when I get out...
that I should find the best damn
restaurant there is...
and I should try some things.
other people get to taste.
He write you a check for all that?
I got money.
Are you inviting me to
dinner Samson?
Is that what this is?
Yeah.
And I'll buy you some
new clothes too.
And I am gonna give you a good
bare naked rub.
Look, I don't want you to
rub on me. Alright.
in that area if
if you let me relax you some.
There's no problem with me
in that area, alright?
Everything's working fine
down there.
I ain't worried about it Samson.
I just want you to relax is all.
Just chill.
We have some fun.
I'm gonna buy us a car.
A car?
Yeah, and we're gonna drive
it to the restaurant
where live music is playing.
And all the help, the're gonna
Alright, how about you dress in all black
and I dress in all white?
What?
Alright, you wear white and
I'll wear black.
Why? Why? Samson.
Ain't we Looking to make
some noise?
Can we get one with
guts, Samson?
With a stick.
Growin' up in the
Oklahoma foster homes,
the next best thing to f***ing
was leaning back jn
some farm boy's rip-roarer.
Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!
Oh!
Especially if rip roar speeding.
Here's what we could do Samson.
We could use some of your money
to score with huh?
I could be flying.
No.
This is a beauty huh?
Remember that rich
friend I told you about?
born to be something special.
As to keep me in the
nothing that he was.
Who's that?
Who's who? Charlie Rankin.
Just an old con I used to know.
Follow me.
I saw it Samson.
You like that one?
It's way more than like Samson.
This is the nuts!
Woo! Hey!
What? Where you going?
I'm gonna go buy it.
What?
I'm gonna buy it.
That's the one you want right?
You put down your name and
license number too.
No.
It's all hers, it's a gift.
Can't you go any faster?
Come on, seriously!
Don't you want to see what
this baby's got?
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