Racing with the Moon Page #2

Yeah.

Sorry.

When do you ship out?

Six weeks.

Well, listen, angel face,

you're welcome to stop by for a

free ride on the old merry-go-round.

Thanks, Annie.

Oh, I almost forgot.

This is for you.

Thanks, Hop, but I really can't,

I'm allergic.

One, please.

On Capitol Hill, the teenage

draft bill holds the spotlight.

Young men all over the

nation flock to the colors.

The Army and the administration say,

"We need teenage manpower now. "

And here's the response.

- Well, goodbye, I'm going.

- All right now, be sure and write to us.

Bye.

Here is a typical report

from a teenage soldier of today.

I'm 19 years old.

Before entering the service, I was

a doorman at Radio City Music Hall.

After two weeks in the service,

I was appointed corporal...

Come on.

Hi, Sally.

Hi, Hopper.

Where's Nicky?

Where'd you two go last night?

Over to the lake.

What's your dog's name?

Argus.

What's he wearing that for?

He got it for his birthday.

Come on, Argus,

time to go home.

Come on.

Bye.

Come on.

Goodbye.

Hey, Arnie,

can we kill the angels?

God, I hate this music.

It reminds me of my Aunt Ida.

I ever tell you about

my Aunt Ida?

Before my Ma died, during Christmas,

we used to have these family things.

And my Aunt Ida was always there

with her goddamn mistletoe hat.

And every time I turned around,

it was her cow lips,

her wet, puckered cow lips on my face.

It was awful.

- When did she die?

- She didn't.

Everyone else did. Practically everyone

in the whole goddamn family.

And I had this theory that it was my

Aunt Ida's kissing that was doing it.

Because they were all dropping

dead in January and February,

and she was doing all

the kissing in December.

There was a definite

cause-and-effect relationship there.

What is he, a friend of yours?

Hopper, why do you keep

looking over there?

No reason.

I saw Sally.

Oh, yeah?

Where?

At the Point.

How'd it go with you two?

Okay, I guess.

I think I spooked her.

- What do you mean?

- Who knows with women?

- Switch with me.

- What are you...?

- Switch places.

- Jesus, Hopper!

Hurry.

There's a draft over...

- Oh, I see. Who is she?

- Who?

Screw, who is she?

- Some girl.

- Hey, Arnie, another victim.

May I help you?

Hi. Yes, what kind of pie

have you got today?

Brown pie.

All right, fine,

I'll have a piece.

- And could you wrap it, please?

- You bet.

One piece of brown pie,

coming up.

I'd like a piece, mister.

Just a minute, sir.

I'm waiting on the lady.

Oh, I just want one piece.

- It's on special today.

- Oh, thank you. That's very nice.

Thanks a lot.

Bye-bye.

Hey, Hopper, what the

hell are you doing?

The man's out of his mind.

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