Bad Frank Page #4

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F***. How the f***

do you know Mickey?

How the f*** do you know Mickey?

- Just drive.

- Jesus f***.

I f***ing brought Dante in

and they f***ing killed him,

they just f***ing shot him

for no f***ing reason.

Stupid f***ing...

I don't f***ing know.

Pull over at the stop sign.

- Quit talking.

- F***ing...

- I ain't f***ing stopping.

- Just pull it over.

I'm f***ing pulled over.

Where the f*** you going?

You want to play with the big boys?

That's what you get.

- He f***ing owns you now.

- Frank, what the f*** are you... frank!

Hey, Donny. What I tell you

about coming to that bar, man?

F***ing embarrass me in front

of my girl? What the f***?

You owe me money.

I don't give a f***

what you told me.

You f***ing kidding me?

I don't make enough for you?

Seriously?

Jesus f***ing Christ. Here.

I got that.

How's that feel? Huh?

- Oh.

- That all right?

Where'd you get

a stack like this?

You finally decide to suck dick?

- Yeah, I said it.

- Yeah.

Go f*** yourself, Donny.

Yeah, how much do I

gotta pay you?

Hello?

Hey. Hey, it's frank.

Must be a full moon tonight.

You picked up.

How're you doing?

What are you up to?

Just watching the game.

Top of the fourth,

already two errors.

Yeah, they're hot and cold

lately. I know.

I know.

Hey, it was really good

seeing you yesterday.

Yeah. You, too.

Hey, I wanted to talk to you

about something.

I wish I was different

back then.

I wish, uh...

I wish I could see the damage...

That I was doing.

To you and...

And to mom and myself.

And, uh...

I...

I, uh, well, I...

It took a long time

for me to realize it,

and I want you to know

that I understand.

And, uh...

I'm...

I'm really, really sorry.

For everything.

I just want you to know that...

That I know. That I know.

All right?

Yeah, all right.

Hey, I was tearing apart

my closet the other day

and I came across, uh...

This game ball that I got from

the district championships.

I don't know if you remember,

but I went 4 for 4.

I can't remember if it was

the tigers or if it was...

No, the reds.

Had a hell of a year.

Yeah, sh*t, the reds.

That's right.

That was the game that Billy Dabrowski

tore his pants running for that foul ball.

Yeah.

That's right, yeah.

And his legs

were stuck in the air

and his bare ass was hanging

out, remember?

Poor kid, I had to go pull

his pants up for him.

Had everyone laughing.

Oh, man.

Oh, that was good times.

Right?

Yeah, I remember.

Yeah, me, too.

Me, too.

All right. Well, hey,

I got some stuff to do.

I just wanted...

I just wanted

to give you a call.

So I'll let you go back

to the game and...

Maybe sometime I'll swing

by the bar, you know,

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