Drugstore Cowboy Page #5

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to the last one we had?

If you want them to know so much,

why don't you tell them?

I don't want to discuss it.

We had a dog once. His name was Panda.

The cutest little pup you ever did see.

That little guy used to

follow Bob wherever he'd go.

Anyway, what happened was

the police were after us during a raid...

on a drugstore in the city.

He came out of the bedroom

and he stopped at the closet

and then he swung at me

with that iron bar.

Little Panda got out

of the car and ran away.

We looked everywhere

but there wasn't time.

The heat was on us and

we had to get out of there.

We thought the little guy

got hit by a car or something.

But no.

The police had him.

Somehow they knew he was our dog.

They followed him all the way home.

He led them to us.

They put us in jail...

and they put little Panda to sleep.

For a brighter coat, whiter teeth

and a more even disposition,

there should only be one choice.

Rich gravy. No cereal. Gravy...

Nadine, do you have any idea

what you've done to us

by just mentioning dogs in our home?

- No. What'd I just do?

- You've no idea?

No, I don't, Bob. What'd I do?

You just put a 30-day hex

on us. That's what you did.

Our luck just flew out the window

for the next 30 days.

You got a calendar so we'll know when

this hex ends? What month is it, anyway?

Jesus, Bob.

You never told us anything

about not mentioning dogs.

The reason nobody

mentioned dogs, Rick,

is because just to have mentioned

a dog would have been a hex in itself.

Are there any other sacred things

we're not supposed to mention?

Yeah. As a matter of fact there are.

We might as well discuss 'em now, being

as we're shut down for the next 30 days.

Hats.

OK. Hats.

If I ever see a hat on a bed in this house,

man, like, you'll never see me again.

- I'm gone.

- That makes two of us.

- Why a hat?

- Because that's just the way it is, sweetie.

And there's mirrors. Never look

at the backside of a mirror.

It'll affect your future because

you're looking at yourself backwards.

No. You're looking at your inner self.

And you don't recognise it

because you've never seen it before.

Anyway, you can freeze into motion your

future, and that can be either good or bad.

In any case, we don't

want to take any chances.

But the most important thing

is the goddamn hat.

A goddamn hat on the bed

is the king of 'em all.

Hell, that's worth at least... what?

15 years' bad luck, or even death.

And I'd rather have death cos

I couldn't face no 15-year hex.

Relax, hon. Just go lay down awhile.

You been on the go for days now.

This 30-days thing ain't gonna kill us.

Don't let it get you down, Bob.

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