George Washington Page #5

George... I mean, he's all right.

I mean, if-if somebody had to | dump you for somebody else...

George is probably a three | on a one-to-ten scale.

I miss having her around...

...bein' able to talk to her | about my feelings and stuff.

I mean... She had this glaze in her eyes.

Just made me tingle all over.

Yeah.

It's like that one time | I dated this white girl.

And everything was going good. | You know what I mean?

Like, everything was cool.

And all of a sudden, for no... | For no reason...

...she dumped me for this dude | who was poor, fat and ugly.

And it's just like you said. | It's like I was lookin' at myself, like...

...man!

You know, and it just made | you feel like crap, man.

Like real crap.

Now the only women I even like | are my mom's friends.

Your mom's friends?

- "Yeah. " | - Hey, man, play your own game.

I just hope they're better lookin' | than my mom's friends...

...all drunk and raisin' hell | every night of the week.

I mean, my mom's friends are fine.

Man, my mom's all right, though. | I mean, she's a handsome woman...

...and I'd say she's almost perfect.

She's, like, just super nice. | You know what I mean?

She'll knit you a sweater | if you even shiver.

- You know what I mean? | - Yeah.

- Hey, Aunt Ruth. | - Mm-hmm.

Why don't Uncle Damascus like animals?

He just don't like 'em, George. | They bother him.

Does he like lions, even?

I never asked him.

What about chickens? Does he like them?

He'd like to eat 'em.

Does he like dogs?

Why not?

He just don't like to be bothered by them.

George had to be very careful | never to get his head wet.

See, his fontanel was | very, very, very, very soft.

Like a baby's head.

And when he soaks it or itches it...

...it irritates his brain.

He don't like it, 'cause if somebody hit him | in his head, he'd probably die.

Stop playin'!

Do you remember the first time | we made love to this song?

We were out in that field.

You buried me in that grass.

Why is it that every time you start talkin', | you sound like you're gonna...

...cry?

- George. | - Huh?

- I miss Momma. | - You didn't even know Momma.

So, did she love me?

Not as much as she loved me.

Why not?

'Cause you couldn't do the funny dance.

I can too.

Well, you can now. Back then, | you was only one years old.

You couldn't even stand up straight.

We used to call you Turkey Legs.

Good night, Whitney.

Good night.

If ever you're afraid...

Don't feel all alone...

The Holy Spirit's watching you...

Hey, Buddy, you ever been baptized?

No, man. I ain't into that kind of stuff.

The Holy Spirit is ever so near...

He will always hear you...

When you pray...

Hey, George, you like Nasia, man?

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