Conversations with God Page #4

threats to communicate, it

usually indicates a weak cause.

- Hey, don't let it bother you.

- Okay.

- Sure is pretty, isn't she?

- Who is she?

- That's Sunny.

- Yeah, I wouldn't mind...

changing her tire,

if you know what I mean.

How long you been saying that?

Dreams don't have deadlines.

I got a better chance

than you do, you old fart.

- I beg to differ.

- Then you keep on begging.

- Hey, thanks.

- You okay?

Well, compared to what?

That's a-

That's a hell of a point.

Here.

What happened to your neck?

Oh, that's a... bull-riding accident.

Wasn't pretty.

Well, then I'd say

today's a better day.

It ain't Irish, but it's effective.

No, thanks. I don't drink.

Something wrong with you?

- I just never got around to it, really.

- Huh. Hell of a thing.

Yeah.

Here you go.

No, you, uh-you keep 'em.

I'll help you get going.

All right, what's the catch? Yesterday

you looked at me like I ran over your dog.

I don't have a dog.

Something you'll soon

figure out-

People on the street?

Hardest friends to make.

Even tougher ones to lose.

Does that mean we're friends?

Not yet.

Give me those pallets

right nowI Come onI Let's goI

Catching up on your reading?

Oh, it's, uh, padding

for under my sleeping bag.

Neale, come on in here.

Come on. I'm not gonna bite you.

Come on in here.

- All right.

- You boys hungry?

- Neale?

- You sure you have enough?

Son, the right Dumpster

always has enough.

A man's just gotta know

where to look. That's what it is.

- Any guacamole?

- Sometimes I wonder.

I'm not in the mood, Chef.

I'm really not.

- Monday-now that's gonna be

your slow day. - Here we go.

Tuesday and Wednesday things are

gonna pick up, but only just a little.

Now,your fast food,

you're gonna see that on Thursday...

mostly 'cause folks

racing around like a bunch...

of crazy rats trying to make it

through the work week.

Why?

Because Friday's payday.

Now,you take Saturday night,

your date night-

that's when folks

pay the most for their food...

which is why you'll see

the guacamole on Saturday.

Why,you ask?

It's because of the-

Help me out here, Fitch.

- Discretionary.

- Income. Exactly.

This is almost done.

And Sunday's gonna be your slow day

because most folk eat at home.

Okay, boys, get your plates.

- Neale?

- Come and get it.

Uh, no.

Uh, but thanks.

- Boy's still wet behind his ears.

- Ah, let him go.

You'll be back.

Yo. Do you need something, buddy?

- Yeah, the bathroom.

- Yeah, we-we got two bathrooms.

- Thank you.

- Where you think you're going?

- Uh, to the bathroom.

- Oh, you need to use the head?

- Mm-hmm.

- Right. Tell you what.

You see across the alley?

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