Drift Page #5

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Then next month

we're back to square one.

But if we bought,

say, a planer,...

...made some templates,

- a sander--

- electric sander?

-- Electric sander,

a ton of resin--

- some fiberglass.

- What do you reckon?

Eh? Why not, mate?

Oh, ho ho!

There's a rare sight.

The Kelly gang out on the town.

- Ha. Hi, Jim.

- Miller.

Andrew.

Buy you a beer?

Naw, just leaving, actually.

Oh, f***in' turn it up.

Ron, another beer

for Andrew here.

What's big brother letting

you drink these days, hmm?

- Whatever I want.

- Oh, whatever he wants.

Thanks, Ron.

Aw, come on, hang around.

We're short a few sheilas.

You're the one

wearing the tassels.

Like 'em, do you?

Made 'em for myself in prison.

Well, the cut really suits you.

It's very slimming.

Is that right?

Why don't I take it off

and give you a closer look?

Calm down now, Miller. Take it

outside if you want to muck around.

It's okay, Ron.

Leave 'em to their

little shindig.

Round of shandies for the boys.

Eh?

Let's go, Jim.

Andrew, how much are

we talking about exactly?

I don't know.

Five grand, kick it off.

5,000... dollars?

Yeah, just for starters.

Son, you're dreaming.

I'm not going to lend $500

on a whim, let alone $5,000.

And given the state

of your mom's mortgage,

I don't think now's the right time to

be getting further into debt, do you?

You just can't drift

through life...

...like it owes you

a living, Andrew.

It doesn't.

My advice?

Head over to the mill...

...and ask Stan O'Reilly

for your old job back.

At least it's real.

You're the only

supplier in the state,...

...so I'm hardly going

to screw you over, am I?

You'll have your money

by the end of the month.

Bob, I guarantee it, okay?

I just need a few blanks on tick

to get me into the game, mate.

I don't know.

How's 20 sound?

Yeah.

Fantastic.

All right.

Great, see you then.

20 blanks on credit?

I must have sounded like I actually

knew what I was talking about.

All those years of bullshitting

might finally be paying off.

Come check this out.

What in Christ's name is this?

It's a knee-board

for Gus.

- Um, j.B.'S idea.

- You serious?

It's an early

Christmas present.

You can't leave him

on the beach all day.

The little bastard

would steal all my gear.

We made something for you too.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Oh

it's all about her

oh

it's all about her

I love her love,

she's been so kind to me

she's opened up

my eyes...

Whoo!

The whispers

and the summer wine

may have made me realize

whoo oooo

it's not about her

ooo ooo ooo ooo

it's all about her.

Hey!

How's the new board, huh?

Rips, yeah?

Oh, man, it's responsive.

I can feel it

in my bum ankle already.

Almost ate it

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