American Bomber Page #4

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The Pissing Doorman?

There's a dude who likes to

camp out

here and it took about a week

for the smell to go away.

Which step did he piss on?

That one.

You just move in here?

Naw. Just vistin'.

Staying with Miles.

Yeah. I don't know anyone

who lives here.

Mind if I bum one of those?

Sure, darlin'.

What are you from the south?

No. I'm from Kentucky.

Spent some time in Arizona,

though.

What brings you to the big,

wormy apple?

Never been. Just thought I'd do

some sight seein'.

If you find yourself at

Albatross on 5th,

the bartender'll buy you

a drink.

Yeah, why'll he do that?

To thank you for the cigarette.

Welcome to New York.

Thanks.

Hidell was on K.P detail so every day

he'd bring meals down to the hole.

The guard on duty noted that Hidell and Speiler

started speaking in some sort of language or code.

We wired the unit for sound,

recorded a couple conversations.

It sounded like Arabic.

I put in a request for an Arabic

translator,

but as you can imagine the few

Arabic translators in green

are doing more

important work elsewhere.

It's two men discussing a

vacation.

One man advising the other on

activities to engage in.

Visit the famous landmarks.

Pay respect to his fallen

countrymen.

Meet a pretty girl.

Before you push the button

and take them all to hell

with you.

Hey, bro. Wish you

were making this trip with me.

Place is funny.

Smells rank.

Garbage is piled a mile high.

I don't know where those

'Sex and the City' girls hang out,

but it's not where I've been

walking.

Everybody knows exactly where

they're goin'

and if you're not in the

flow with them, it's like

you're not even there.

It's like you don't even

exist.

But all kinds of food

everywhere.

No sand, no mountains.

Lord. You should see these

chicks, man. Jesus.

Sorry.

You'd really dig it.

It'd be nice if we could tear

this town up together.

Like two GI's on leave

in some old movie.

Beer in one hand,

girl in the other.

I guess it would've been

something.

It would've been nice.

Well, I guess I'm gonna have to

do it up for both of us.

I don't know if your mom

told you,

but I left her some cash.

It wasn't a lot,

but it was the best I could do.

She's still with Ray,

so, you know she's doin' o.k.

That's all I got for you, Jim.

See you soon.

What's shakin', Kentucky?

Came to claim that drink.

If you're still offerin'?

I am. What you havin'?

Beer.

I think I've heard of it.

Sit down.

I'll be with you in a second.

To your health.

Go f*** yourself.

The hell is this?

Taste of the motherland.

It's called Kentucky Tavern.

Tastes more like

Kentucky Latrine.

Hey, man. I say it be free,

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