Pushing Dead Page #6

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He was a great guy.

When my grandfater died,

I was ten and no one had

ever died on me before.

All of a sudden

it hit me.

I'm never gonna see him again.

But, I was wrong.

I'll get into a car that

has that same stale

smokey scent.

And it all comes back to me.

I look forward to those

flashbacks of him.

And I wonder what

if anything,

will remind people of me.

I once dated this guy who

instead of having a tool box,

kept all of his tools in

a white wicker basket.

I'm sorry, but that's gay.

- Hi there.

- Oh, sh-- (laughs)

How you doing?

- Good, yeah.

[MUSIC]

- [Dan] Wow.

How much is this?

- Ah, Hanuman.

- The great monkey warrior.

Very sacred, very noble.

Valuable.

He's a rare one,

that little monkey.

- What do you want for him.

- 25 bucks.

- (sighs) 25.

Um...

Would you take...

Less?

[DOOR BUZZER]

- Did you forget your keys?

- No, I did not.

- (screams)

Oh, Jesus! What the f***!

- Don't just shove a little

plush animal at somebody.

What is that?

- It's a gift.

From me to you.

- That's nice, honey, but I,

he frightens me.

- Stop it. You two are

meant for each other.

Now take it. I'm gonna

be late, I have to go.

Take it, take it.

And love him.

- Um, thank, thank you.

- You're very welcome.

I'll see you later.

- Thanks for the monkey.

Um,

Okay. How about this?

Good boy.

Okay.

[MUSIC]

- (sighs)

- Old man.

You're sad.

Aren't you?

- Yes.

I'm sad.

- I can tell.

You can do anything

if you put your mind to it.

- Thanks for the advice, kid.

- Fortune?

Get your fortune told?

- No, thank you.

- Learn your death time, mister?

- Jesus Christ.

- I've got to go.

[CROW CAWS,

TREES RUSTLING]

[MUSIC]

- [Dot] Oh, that's nice.

Mmm.

(exhales sharply)

- How is everything?

- It's okay.

I'm okay.

- Yeah?

- How's Bob doing?

- (sighs) Not so good.

He misses you.

- Okay, enough of that.

Hey,

you got any pot?

[MUSIC]

Be sure that Bob

takes his pills.

What does he take pills for?

- Just old man stuff.

You know, Paula.

I love Bob.

I really do.

I love him so much.

With all my heart.

But sometimes

I just hate him.

I hate him.

(menacingly) I hate him.

- Isn't that normal?

- Mm-mm, I don't think so.

- I'm pretty sure it is.

- Ah.

[MUSIC STARTS AND STOPS]

(sighs)

[RADIO MUSIC]

(grunts)

- I'm so glad that

wasn't locked.

- Hey, Danny.

- Hi, Bob.

Was, uh,

in the neighborhood so

I figured I'd, you know,

swing by

God knows I don't spend

enough time here as it is.

So,

(sighs)

how's it going?

- Uh, I don't want

to talk about it.

- Okay.

Then I won't say another word.

- Now...

[BLUES MUSIC]

I win.

Eight bottles.

You're seven.

- Give me that.

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