Barfly Page #5

Even where they'd ask you sex you put none.

Hardly none. Yeah, you can put down now.

So, how did the job go?

Oh, they gave me a hard on.

They couldn't use a hard on.

This is a world where everybody's

gotta do something.

You know somebody laid down this rule, that everybody's

gotta do something. They've gotta be something

You know, a dentist, a pilot, an arc,

a janitor, a preacher, all that.

Sometimes, I just get tired of thinking

of all the things that I don't wanna do.

All things that I don't wanna be. All places that I

don't wanna go, like India, like get my teeth cleaned.

Save the whale, all that. I don't understand that.

You're not supposed to think about it.

I think the whole trick is not to think about it.

Oh, I guess Wanda went home, huh?

- Henry.

- Yeah?

Eddie came in with a fifth of burbon.

Tonight's his night of, Ben's working his shift.

I won't miss Eddie tonight.

Henry, Wanda left with Eddie.

Huh? What?

- Jim?

- Yeah?

Scotch and water.

Humanity, you never had it from the beginning.

Hello.

I paid the rent.

Did you get the job?

Yeah, I start tomorrow. Matred D Musso at Frank's.

Listen, I told you not to leave me alone.

- Don't hit me!

- Hit you? I'm not your goddamned pimp.

Stop acting like one.

Why it had to be Eddie?!?!

- He symbolizes everything that disgusts me!

- What?

Obviousness, unoriginal macho energy.

Ladies man.

You're right. He's not much.

I made an error, an unhappy error,

but I'll drink.

When I drink, I'm moving in

a wrong direction.

You know, every time I get with a woman,

something happens.

Sometimes it happens sooner,

sometimes it happens later.

- This time it happened pretty fast.

- ? ? you don't own me.

Hey, that's right. Nobody owns anybody.

I just thought, that we are something special.

Because we're just green corn.

Hey, what are we? Just people

that pass in hallways?

I guess I expect too much.

Hey, I can't handle this scene, you know.

I ought to be a f***ing monk. Yeah.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Natali Sorensen. I know this sound like I'm a lunetic or

something, but I have this reason why I wish to talk to you.

- Well, what you wanna do?

- Well, what can man do with a third rate chipi.

- You keep talking like that and I'm leaving.

- I'll open the door for you.

I'll be a gentleman.

Go ahead.

- OK, I'm going.

- Hope, you'll find a live one.

You rotten son of a b*tch.

Oh, baby. Auch. What you...? What do ya...?

Auch, you've got something in there... Aaaauuuuuch.

I think a dripping sink. An empty bottle.

Euphoria.

Youth fenced in. Stamped. Shaven

Tough words. ? ?

Are you Henry Chinaski?

No, I'm Rion Spinks.

You're looking in bad shape.

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