Adulterers Page #4

(ticking)

A few nights back.

Can't sleep.

So I'm watching this

old show with De Niro.

Can't remember the name.

There's this part where he

picks this fellow up in a taxi.

Fella tells him to drive him to

this apartment

building and just park.

He don't get out.

Just keeps the meter running.

Fella then says that this

ain't his apartment building.

But the half-naked woman

standing in the window,

that's his wife.

Fella then says, "You

know who lives here?"

Niro don't answer.

Fella says,

"A n*gger lives here."

He then went on to talk about

how he's gonna kill his wife.

He said, "I'm gonna kill her.

I'm gonna kill her

with a 44. magnum pistol.

You know what a 44. magnum

would do to a woman's face?

It would f***ing destroy it,

just blow it right apart.

Now you know what a 44. magnum

would do to a woman's p*ssy?"

I gotta say, it's pretty

f***ing disturbing.

It got me to thinking, though.

What would I do?

I mean,

I got me a pretty

powerful gun, too.

I ain't imagine I'd be

answering that question so soon.

Now, you know I ain't never

raised my hand to no woman.

This situation you got me in,

it's taking everything to

keep me from squeezing

this trigger.

(gun rattles)

Ya'll have no idea how bad

I wanna watch ya'll bleed.

But you don't have to, baby.

We can work through this, okay?

I messed up real bad.

But I love you.

Cross my heart, I do.

I believe you

still love me, too.

God, Ash, I wanna believe that

I ain't got it in me

to kill a motherf***er.

I really do.

The way I'm feeling right now?

I'm damn near

capable of anything.

Taxi Driver.

What'd you say?

That's the name of that

movie you talking about.

Taxi Driver.

Who the f*** are you?

- My name's...

- Shut the f*** up!

Black American Express card.

Sh*t.

Platinum MasterCards.

Damien Dexter Jackson.

Sh*t must be nice.

I ain't never been able to

qualify for no platinum nothin'.

Let's see what else we

can find out about the man

that's been f***ing my wife

for six f***ing weeks.

God damn, Punchy.

This a whole lotta

walking around cash, huh?

Ooh, ooh.

You a drug dealer or something?

Hmm?

You a f***ing drug dealer,

motherf***er?

Of course not.

Motherf***er, are you

paying my wife for sex?

No, I'm not,

that's ridiculous, man.

- Ashley:
Wait, wait...

- God damn it, Ashley!

Wait, wait, wait, baby,

it's, let me explain...

Is he paying you for sex?

No, it ain't like that.

It's a loan, okay?

A loan for what?

Baby, you know

how you're always

going on about

wanting a new guitar?

Well, they were having this

huge sale at Old Timers,

and I was fixing to get you

a new one as an

anniversary present, okay?

But I was just a

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