Being Flynn Page #3

But until I find

a new place,

I have to put all my

things in storage.

Hey. So I'm not bringing

the gun in my truck.

What?

The shotgun.

Shotgun?

Uh, yeah. You said

you had a shotgun.

A shotgun? Who said that?

I abhor firearms.

I mean, don't get me

wrong, I can defend myself.

Let me just...

You see this?

Yes.

Anyone messes with

me when I'm driving

or walking down

the street, whatever.

Bamo! Right in the head. It sends a

little message, let me tell you.

I'd like to take

that scumbag landlord,

and I'd like to ram it

right up his ass.

This landlord, this merchant,

this f***ing user...

Hey, that is great. Would

you mind putting that away?

I'd like to

take this and...

Please? ...ram it

up his f***ing ass,

twist it around,

pull it down,

rip out his innards and

f***ing pull them out.

You get the

f***ing picture.

That was my

first wife, Jody.

I know who it is.

She was my mother.

I know she was

your mother.

She was the most beautiful

woman in the world.

She was the

love of my life.

She was the

light of my love.

I know if she was still alive

today, we'd be together.

Such a tragic accident.

What accident?

The accident that

cut her life short.

It wasn't an accident.

She left a note.

Did it mention me?

No.

Ah.

Not much of a letter

writer, your mother.

All right, Nicholas.

Why don't we get started.

You can just take all this

stuff and throw it in a box.

The paintings

be careful of.

Especially this one and that

one, and that one on the wall.

Be careful of all this stuff.

It's all valuable.

Nicholas, I want you

to have this.

This is an original

Jackson Pollock.

He was a friend.

Oh, no.

I couldn't.

No, I want you to have it.

Okay, thanks.

Are you going to help move

this stuff, since it's yours?

I wish I could, but I suffer from

lethal phlebitis in both legs.

You be careful with those boxes.

There's manuscripts.

Manuscripts.

Those are your friends?

I guess. Yeah.

A homosexual and

a black pothead?

Well, good luck to you.

Well, I have to

get to work now.

Do you mind just locking the

padlock when you're finished?

Yeah. Wait.

So you drive a taxi?

Well, it's an excellent

way of learning

about all different

kinds of people.

And what is

your vocation?

My vocation? Uh...

I've done lots

of different jobs.

I always thought you'd end up

a writer, like your old man.

Actually, I do write. You

know, sometimes. I try.

Well, there is no such

thing as trying to write.

One writes,

or one doesn't.

You have to take every opportunity

to practice your craft.

Anyway, I know you have inherited

some writing talent from me,

because I am

a truly great writer.

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