Burn Country Page #5

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You got some... you got

some shoes to fill, my friend.

I can fill some shoes, man.

I'll bet you can.

So, the idea is what?

You head into town,

do a little recon,

pin the likely criminals,

and then you just hide out

and wait for them

to do something nefarious?

Something like recon.

In this work, it's...

It's all about finding

the source of things, yes.

No sh*t?

What's a dude from

Afghanistan doing out here

in the this godforsaken

part of the country?

Journalism.

Afghan-style.

Oh-ho!

Ho! Well, you got

in the right car, brother.

Right car.

Whoa!

Oh!

Stop it. Hey, stop.

Hey, man! What are you...

Come on, man. Drive.

Got the leg.

That's a goddamn tickle monster.

It has to be something dynamic.

Present tense,

as Gabe liked to say.

Something small that shows us

the bigger thing.

Like a crime in progress.

Exactly.

The moment after

something terrible has happened

is very strange, you know.

There has been a...

A break in the life,

a hole in the world.

Does that make sense?

I can say it like this?

Oh, yeah, man. Makes sense.

A hole in the world.

Yeah.

Sometimes you can see

inside of this hole.

Sometimes you can't.

All right, I got it.

How about you hide out in the...

In the apple orchard

behind the Snapple plant,

wait for the cops to drag out

some petty crook out there

and beat the crap out of him.

You write that sh*t up tight!

Tight!

This really happened?

Oh, yeah.

Happened to a f***ing friend

of mine from high school.

Just made a little speed

till they showed up one night

at his kitchen table,

jacked his sh*t,

brought him out there,

worked him over into the fujis.

Good, man.

That's good.

Uh... what else you got?

Well, there's

the Sokurov brothers

out in the Guerneville hills.

The cops think

they're a bunch of freaks

that are into

biodynamic gardening

and making their own jam,

but truth be told,

them's the dirtiest

f***ing family

since them Gotti dudes.

Except they're skinny

as little girls,

and they shoot their own meat.

Hey, hey, hey.

You got to quote that

"not for attribution," man.

"'Skinny as little girls, ' said

some unidentified local craftsman."

You said this is all about

getting to the source

of things, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, downtown

ain't the place to start.

Here we go.

Ah.

Uh, who lives here again?

Oh, just old friends of a sort.

And what does this

have to do with anything?

Oh, you know, man.

You got to...

You're the blotter dude.

You got to meet the locals.

You know, get lay of the

land, all that, right?

Plus, bro, she is going

to love you, man.

She's going to love you,

all right?

Just give me 10 minutes here

and we're done, all right?

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