Bad Asses Page #4

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I don't know, man. I don't know.

Sh*t.

I guess he couldn't

take the ribbing.

There were two things I

was good at growing up.

Hockey and fighting.

Hockey?

Yeah, hockey, fool.

You have a problem with that?

No. I mean, I just never seen-.

A black man play hockey? I had to

deal with that sh*t my whole life.

Nobody wanted to see it,

so I had to fight my way all the

way up to the minor leagues.

Had at least two

fights a night...

with some honky...

who didn't like colored

folks on the ice.

Yeah.

And then the day I

dreamed of finally came.

I was gonna get called up

to-to the big leagues.

I was gonna be the first

African-American...

to play in the N.H.L.

And just like that,

It was over.

In my final minor league game,

with the Quebec Mounties,

the Cracker brothers blindside

checked me into the boards...

and blew out my knee.

I never played again.

My life was never the same.

At least you walked

away with your health.

Well, I don't-I don't

have that either.

Yeah, I've got some rare liver

disease that no one ever heard of.

Doctors are confused.

I'm too old to be on a donor

list for a transplant.

And, uh-So I got

6 months tops.

I'm sorry, Bernie.

What you sorry about?

It wasn't your fault.

I'll be fine. Yeah.

The way you going, you'll

be dead before me anyhow.

Yeah.

Why'd you help me?

I owed you one.

Now-Now we're even.

I sure appreciate it.

And I'm impressed.

You finally got out

of your place.

Yeah, well, it's about

time I changed my life.

Yeah, I figure, what do

I got to lose, right?

Yeah.

Manny was a good kid.

Don't see that a lot.

So, you gonna find this Adolfo?

Oh, yeah.

Need a hand?

Could always use an extra one.

Good.

So let's go get those

son of a b*tches.

Boy, what the hell you got on?

You look like a Guatemalan tourist.

Well, rather that than a

walking billboard for 7UP.

And what you got in that packet?

Oranges and Chiclets?

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Here. I got a fanny

pack for you too.

Not me. You keep that for yourself.

I ain't putting that on.

Whoo.

Whose is this?

It's mine. Who the

hell you think it is?

"Whose is this?"

I would've thought D.M.V.

took away your license by now.

They did.

Come on, baby.

Well, what you expect?

It's been 25 years since I

been down in this shithole.

Goddamn.

I've forgotten how uncomfortable

the damn city bus is.

Damn hemorrhoids is flaring up.

Sh*t.

Come on. Come on.

Just walk it off.

Now what, Kojak?

We get 'em to let us in.

What's next?

Uh...

Oh. Here.

Hello.

Damn. Age before beauty.

What now?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

No need to always get violent.

Ah. Looks like they

knew you were coming.

What's the next move, Columbo?

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