Camion Page #2

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OK, the real story...

I used to drive a truck

in the States.

And I'd always sleep

in the loading dock

to be first in line

the next morning.

One night, while I was asleep,

a bunch of black guys

bursts into my cab

and starts beating up on me,

I mean really pummeling me.

But I always kept a baseball bat

under my pillow, just in case.

So I swing and bash one of them

right in the head.

So hard the bat breaks.

Then they jump me.

One of them pulls out a knife

and stabs me.

The cops are pretty sure

the one I clobbered is dead.

Pretty f***ed up to think

I might've killed someone.

- I know guys who have.

- You do?

Anyway, I can't work anymore,

but I get insurance money and stuff.

I can do whatever I want.

I do miss playing

the guitar, though.

Was that true?

Basically.

Nice story.

Not bad, huh?

All right, I'm going to bed.

It's not early. It's midnight.

And you're not the one driving.

Bye, girls. Good night.

Nice to meet you.

Good luck.

Try not to wake me up

when you come in.

Good night, gramps!

Listen to this song.

It's amazing.

- Who is it?

- Richmond Fontaine.

- Is it old?

- Shut up!

Listen. Listen to the lyrics.

- I can't understand a word.

- Jesus, you don't let up!

He said.. "I was there for a week.

We hired an immigrant. "

Got it?

"Sprawl" means "big, spread out. "

I f***ing love this!

It's awesome how he says..

"A janitor. " Like you, bro.

Why are we listening

to such a depressing song?

I could've written this.

That's exactly

what my music would sound like.

The next couple days

will be depressing enough.

No need to add to it.

If I wrote it

would you list didn't write to it?

Sure, but you didn't write it.

It's just somebody else's song.

So what about that girl last night?

- So now you're gonna pout?

- I'm not pouting. I'm listening.

- Dibs on the bedroom in the back.

- No! I already called dibs!

You snooze, you lose.

What are you two doing here?

Holy sh*t, Dad.

The cleaning lady on strike?

Don't start.

I can't afford one anymore.

Hey, Dad.

Sam told me about the accident.

That sucks.

So all three of us

are out of work?

- I'm not out of work.

- A f***ing janitor!

That's a student job.

Come on in.

Are you hungry?

I don't have much, but...

No rush. We'll unpack

and settle in first.

Hey, Sam! Your room's

even smaller than I thought!

What are you doing tomorrow?

I don't know. Sleeping in.

For a change.

What about you, Dad?

- Nothing.

- What do you mean "nothing"?

Just that I got nothing to do.

Jesus Christ, Dad!

How come you're not out hunting?

I didn't feel like it this year.

You look forward to it all year.

I'm tired.

My stuff isn't ready,

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