God's Pocket Page #3

Found one yet?

Thought I'd give you a

chance to think it over.

Whatever you want, Brookie.

But of course, if it's

a drinking problem...

No.

'Cause we have sent people

up to Horizons to dry out.

We could do it for you too.

No.

It's a bug I caught.

Here's my anniversary column.

Yeah.

You have to eat something.

She probably already ate lunch.

He was just a baby.

- Hello.

- Mick, it's Bird.

Hi. You get your electricity back?

Yeah, it came on right

after you left.

This isn't a great time.

Why, what's the matter?

We had an accident with Leon.

What, he got his dick caught

in somebody's cash register?

No, it's a real thing.

Something happened at work.

Some kind of accident. He's dead.

What?

What is it?

Well, they say

something fell on him.

Fell on him? No sh*t.

Yeah.

Jesus.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah.

Anyway, what I was calling about...

I don't know if it's the appropriate

time, but it's that horse,

the one you was talking

about, Turning Leaf?

She's running in a $15,000

claimer tomorrow at Keystone.

I'm scaring up everything I can.

{figured you'd want to do the same.

- Okay, thanks.

- Okay.

I'll let Jeanie know.

Uh, just a friend,

heard about the accident.

Uh, I got to take care

of the arrangements.

I think I've been there

I think I know just what

you're going through

A fallen angel is what you are

You're Richard Shellburn.

Yes, I am.

I thought you'd look older.

Thought you would too.

You go to Temple University?

No.

I graduated.

Journalism.

Oh.

Yeah.

Now I freelance, mostly sports.

Who's Yama Bahama?

A fallen angel is what you are

Is that a name for your penis?

Jesus.

Everyone's got a name

for their penis.

Mickey.

We're real sorry, Mick.

Leon was a good boy.

It don't make no sense to me.

I mean, somebody ought

to do something.

The youth is our

hope for the future.

What happened?

I don't know.

They say something

dropped on him...

down at the job.

Jesus.

That's a shame.

Got to go see Smilin' Jack,

make arrangements.

Jeanie's messed up.

Well, Saturday's a good day

for a funeral, always.

Nobody has to get up the next day.

Mm.

We're collecting for the funeral.

F***in' Leon's gonna cost

me more dead than alive.

He was always a nice youngster.

Tell Jeanie that for me.

For Christ's sakes, Eleanor.

You didn't even know him.

That's a damnable lie!

I know all our youngsters!

He was nice back then, Mickey.

He never broke into nobody's

house in the neighborhood...

Eleanor!

Are you gonna sit down,

or I got to pour out your drink?

I mean it today.

I'm cutting you off!

Yeah, well, you can't

cut off the truth!

F***in' neighborhood.

Jack.

Mickey.

I'm so sorry to hear about Leon.

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