Happy Hunting Page #2

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- I stole a helicopter.

- You can fly

a helicopter?

- Well like I said,

it didn't really work out.

- So do you exercise?

- Do you work out?

- Like in the gym

and sh*t?

No.

- When Steve was in

his disease,

he didn't get off

the couch.

- Say you mind if

i hit the head?

- Just down the hall

to the left.

- Yeah, thank you.

- Staying or passing through?

- Just meeting a friend.

- You didn't mention

you had a kid.

- I don't.

- There's a bedroom.

- Christopher was supposed

to be his name.

- Sorry?

- Cheryle was pregnant.

And she got so excited

when the doctor

told her she was gonna

have a boy that

she decorated the room.

Decided he was gonna be

a baseball player.

And one night I was high,

i pushed her down,

she lost the baby.

But I got

a second chance.

You ever gone cold Turkey

before?

Most people don't die

from drinking.

They die from

quitting drinking, bud.

That's a fact.

It starts with

the shakes,

at least it did

for me.

And then your

vision goes.

Motor skills, thought process,

seizures.

Peaks at twenty-four hours.

- Well I appreciate the

encouragement.

- Sorry.

Sorry.

- You shouldn't go through

other people's

medicine cabinets.

But if there's one thing

you can count

on is that junkies will

be junkies.

Hey bud.

- Damn hombre.

You f***ed up real proper

this time.

- Soon as these

cuffs come off,

you're f***ing dead.

- I shouldn't be here!

I shouldn't be here!

Let me out!

- Well, glad you boys

could make it.

Warren, right?

- This motherf***er stole

my merch.

My beef's with him.

- Not my problem, friend.

All right, all right.

Now you boys

shut the hell up.

- Man f*** y'all!

You hear me you

crazy old prick?

- F*** you!

- That's my grandson,

junior.

Dumb as a bucket

of nails,

but he sure can lay down

an ass whooping.

Hello bedford flats!

How we feeling tonight?!

We've gathered here

once again to

remember where

we came from

before the great

herds died off

and men of low moral

character overran our gates.

Men like the five we

have here tonight.

Bad men.

In their own way,

they are all a burden

on our community.

Never forget that we

are a town of hunters.

Great herds may be

long gone,

but we know who

we are.

Tradition! Without it,

we're nothing.

So we're going to

play a game.

It's not a game so we might

forget our troubles,

but so we might remember

our past.

The rules are simple.

You run,

we hunt you.

We catch you, we kill you.

That's pretty much the

extent of it.

Welcome to the hunt!

- Please sheriff, please!

I promise I won't

drink anymore.

- I told you to put

down the bottle,

I gave you chances.

- I won't.

- I won't!

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