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of backpacking trip?

Not really.

I'll just stick

my head in the back.

Just let 'em know I'm here.

No, no, no. Don't do that.

Why not?

'Cause the owner,

he gets all pissy.

He's got a thing about

people going back there.

Hey, do you play Gin?

Where'd you say you were from?

Why?

I don't know.

I'm just trying to place you.

Wonder where I know you from.

Think you know me?

Maybe.

Maybe you don't know me.

Maybe our paths have crossed.

I doubt it.

Why would you doubt it?

You play guitar.

Shorten your nails.

Classical?

Yeah, I used to.

Haven't played in a long time,

I keep the nails though.

I don't know why, but I do.

You any good?

I was.

Then you stop playing,

you go from Jimi Hendrix

to Rusty Chops real quick.

My brother used to say that.

What?

That. Get the flu or some sh*t,

not play for a few days,

and he'd say

the exact same thing

about Rusty Chops.

Must be a musician thing.

- Must be.

- When did he die?

When did he die?

Well, he's dead, right?

Why would you say that?

I didn't. You did.

You said he used to say that.

So what? He could've quit.

Doesn't mean he's dead.

He younger or older?

He was older. Five years.

So he is dead.

Let me ask you something.

You got any brothers?

Yeah. One.

He dead?

Were you in the bathroom

at the rest stop down

the road a little while ago?

Were you?

Me? Yeah. I stopped

there to take a leak.

And I saw...

I thought I saw you there.

You know. Your boots.

Underneath the stall.

You were looking

under the stall?

No.

No, I just saw them

under there.

The bizarre thing is I came out

and had a flyer on my window

for this place, and I show

up here, you're here.

Don't you think that's strange?

Why'd you stop me

from going back there?

- I didn't.

- Yeah, you did.

- You got all squirrely.

- I didn't.

You didn't want me

to go back there. Why not?

Because you shouldn't

go back there.

I come in here, you're

sweeping up by the register.

You got this strange

vibe going on.

Something behind this counter

you don't want me to see?

What're you telling me, pal?

What are you trying

to figure out?

What the f*** are you doing

behind my counter?

Jesus Christ!

You trying to steal from me?

No, no. Why would I do that?

'Cause you're a goddamn thief

come to take me off.

No, I'm not.

And who in the f*** said you

could pour your own coffee?

I didn't. He did.

I told him to stay out

from back there, Gus.

Is he with you?

He ain't with me,

but we were just

having some coffee

waiting for your

game to end, but,

he's all right.

He didn't steal nothing.

He just wants something to eat.

He can get his own.

He comes here a lot.

You can't. I don't know you.

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