Beneath the Harvest Sky Page #5
we'll add 3/4-inch.
You see that pump?
Uh-huh.
Give me the hose.
OK.
I'll plug it in.
Kill it!
Oh, sh*t!
Yeah, three of them.
Tighter than a midget's p*ssy.
No more "frozen river in the
middle of the night" bullshit.
Now we drive it across
in broad daylight.
The pipeline to Canada's
south runs through us.
And with what we got
coming up from Florida,
we'll be working I-95
in both directions.
Wait.
Wait!
What?
Wait.
I want to tell you something.
Did I do something?
No.
What?
Stop.
I want you to know...
What?
That I can take care of you.
I can take care of you and
that f***in' baby inside you.
My baby inside you.
And I promise I will.
I promise.
I promise I'm not
going to f*** this up.
I swear to god I'm not
going to f*** this up.
I'm going to take care
of... of both of you.
OK?
Want to f*** me?
Well, you f*** up this
time of year, you're dead.
And half their pitching
staff is injured.
And the other half just sucks.
I mean, even if they make
the playoffs, who cares?
Hey, guys?
Yeah?
I could use some help over here.
Yeah.
Let me try to lift
the roller up there.
So.
So, uh, do you like the Sox?
I mean, I like some
players, like Pedroia.
Not rooting against them there,
but not building my plans
and dreams around them either.
Whoa, man.
She's shitting on your dreams.
Are you OK?
Yeah, Emma, I'm fine.
You know, you said you were
moving to Boston with Casper
to go to Red Sox
games, so I was just
You know, I... I get it.
I get that you don't get
it, and that's... that's OK.
Look, I didn't mean to be
I just... I don't know.
I just always hear
about all the trouble
he gets in all the time.
Like he got Tasha
Nadeau pregnant,
and she's like 15 years old.
They don't get it.
It's like when... say
you're out drowning
on Long Lake and someone
throws you a life vest.
That's... that's Casper.
He's there to throw
you a life vest?
No.
No, Casper is the life vest.
OK?
You know, he's
always been there.
I know exactly what
I'm getting with him.
And then when I'm around him,
I don't feel like I'm drowning.
When I hang out
with Casper, I know
something crazy is
going to happen.
But you know, at least
something happened.
You know, I don't know
very much about the Red Sox.
But I do know that I'm
supposed to hate the Yankees.
Yeah.
I got to teach you how to sweep.
My god, this is terrible.
You think that's going to work?
Move.
F***in' hammer.
Here, this is how you do it.
OK, it's on.
It should pop up
as a new network.
Yeah.
F***.
Yeah?
We got f***ing
Wi-Fi in this sh*t.
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