Don't Look Back Page #4

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The biggest goddamn disappointment of my life.

The closest I came to combat

was an incoming from a f***in' seagull.

He's pissed he didn't get a chance

to shoot anyone.

No, I ain't. Don't make fun

of sh*t you don't understand, son.

Greatest honor a man can have

is to die for his country.

- Don't you understand?

- I don't know.

Thank you. I don't think I agree.

I don't think I'd be willing to die

for anything any politician...

...or government told me to.

Not me.

There are some things

I might be willing to die for.

Like what?

Like what?

Like what would you be willing to die for?

I'm a little curious.

- My family.

- Your family?

What about your friends?

What about me and him?

What about me or him?

You, maybe. You're an a**hole.

- Salud.

- Salud.

Jesus Christ! The f***in' friends I have.

I ate it all, Mommy.

- Good.

- Can I go out and play?

Sure, honey.

This guy's fat. Skipper said Jesse was skinny.

This guy's long gone. He's probably

spending our money in Hawaii.

We'll find him.

Here's your peppers, honey.

I'll give you some onions.

Saut them in some butter, slowly.

Jesse Parish.

How are you, Granddad?

Tolerable.

That's good.

What are you making?

Don't rightly know till I finish it.

What happened to the bait shop?

Blowed down.

How come you didn't build it back?

You're pretty good at this.

How come you didn't come back here?

Ain't heard hide nor hair of you for years.

Ain't got no money to speak of.

To tell you the truth,

I wasn't going to ask for any money.

I was going to give you some.

You can use it for the bait shop

or whatever you want.

Where'd you get that?

Don't tell me. I don't want to know.

And I don't want none of that, neither.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised

at your irresponsible ways, boy.

Just like your mama was.

One of these days I expect

she'll come waltzing back in here, too.

I doubt that.

You ain't staying here with me, are you?

No, I'm staying at Morgan's.

I was going to say you could stay

in the tool shed in the back.

I got kind of used to staying by myself.

Ain't nothing against you in particular.

Thank you.

When was the last time

that you called me by my name?

His name's Jesse. Long-haired rocker type.

He was supposed to hang out here all the time.

Hey, white boy.

What the hell them damn tattoos mean?

I know y'all not white supremacists,

some kind of Nazis.

Yeah, we are.

The tattoos mean we don't like n*ggers.

Know where this guy is?

No, man. We don't know no goddamn Jesse!

Y'all don't want Calvin

to cut your guts out, do ya?

There's a guy named Mouse.

He sells a lot of sh*t to the rockers.

Why don't you ask him?

If your boy's smoked out or a junkie,

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