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INSIDE, WE SEE:
THE COUNTERMAN is on the phone.
talks to us.
model, you know fashion-shit,
cause I'm better at full body
stuff It.8 okay so long as the
photographer doesn't come on to
pay I'm trying to make a living,
you know, and I like to be
professional 'Course if the guy
wants to pay me, then shit/yeah.
Here I am for him. I'll sell my
ass, I do it on the street all the
time for cash. And I'll be on the
cover of a book. It's when you
start doing it for free that you
start to grow wings, Right, Mike?
OF A STREET HUSTLER.)
What are you talking about? What
Wings, man, you grow Wings and
become a FAIRY
I ain't no fairy.
He ain't saying you is a fairy;
faggot, he's saying that if you go
working for free then you has no
choice, you turn into a fairy,
with wings and all. That's all he
MIKE (to Scott)
Well, nevertheless, what do you
for money, shit You're going to
inherit a hunch of money, you
might as well do it for free.
Is that right, sweetie?
How much is a bunch of money;
that magazine, slumming?
Actually, I'm on the street to
settle a bet with my goddamned
stone-faced old man. I've decided to
live away from home for three years.
To prove a point. That I can live on
my own. And to appreciate the value
of a dollar. And Mike is right,
A lot of money
The desert in the daytime.
name tag that reads: BILL (not Mike, his name).
road that disappears into the horizon.
takes to walk ten steps down the road.
The sun is now setting.
the way the road looks. Like I Just
know that I been to this place
before. I Just know that I been
stuck here like this one fuckin'
time before, you know that?
There ain't no other road on earth
that looks like this road. I mean,
exactly like this road. (sniffs)
One of a kind. (Sniffs) Like
someone's face. Like a fucked up
Once you see it, even for a
second, you remember it, and you
better not forget it, you gotta
remember people and who they are,
right? Friends and enemies. You
gotta remember the road and where
it is too...
I Just love to scare things... I
don't know. It gives me a sense
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