Same Kind of Different as Me Page #5

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I meant--

there's criminals down there.

Bad people.

It's dirty--

dirty.

Disease, everything.

Look. That's--

that's my final word

on the subject.

Too much coke.

Sorry.

Hey, Ronnie?

Mmm.

Why don't you go

bring him a plate?

Who?

Him.

Oh, no, no.

I'm not gonna do that, honey.

He's the man of your dreams,

not mine.

Come on, please,

just take one.

No, no, no.

He doesn't like me

very much.

Don't be scared, Ronnie.

You know

his name is suicide.

Please?

Honey.

No.

No. No.

My wife's concerned

you're not eating, so--

made you

a little something here.

Man to man,

you'd be doing me

a big favor to just,

you know,

have a little something.

You don't have to eat

the whole thing.

Just a few bites. No?

You don't like Italian?

You're walking away, aren't you?

He's walking away.

I tried.

You the CIA?

No.

Can you get control

of your woman

and tell her

to stop bothering me?

No, I can't.

What do you want

from me, then?

Nothing.

We don't want anything

from you. We just--

take it easy

on my car over there.

How about that?

When we come around,

you could be nicer.

Little more friendly.

You wanna be my friend?

Uh-huh.

Well, I'm gonna

have to think about that.

I ain't gonna hurt you

or nothing.

You and your wife

been trying to be nice to me

for some time now.

And I avoided you.

What's your name?

I know it ain't suicide.

Denver. Name's Denver.

You hungry?

You didn't eat anything

in there. Kitchen's closed.

Before I answer your question

about us being friends...

Something I wanna ask you.

Yeah?

Something about white folks

that really bothers me.

I hear when white folks

go fishing...

They do this thing

they call "catch and release."

Yeah.

Well, you know,

it's just a sport.

You know? Sometimes

you just fish for fun.

Fun?

Mmm.

See--

where I growed up,

on a plantation...

We'd go out in the morning...

Dig us up some worms...

Cut us a cane pole...

Sit on the riverbank all day.

When we finally caught

something on the line...

We was real proud

of what we caught.

We'd take it back home,

show it off...

And share it

with all the folk.

See, it bothers me

that white folk go through

all of that trouble...

And when they finally

got something on the line,

they throw it back.

So--

it occurred to me

that if you is a white man

that is fishing for a friend...

And you're just gonna

catch and release...

Then I got no desire

to be your friend.

You understand me?

You hear me?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Where you from?

Louisiana.

Got any family?

Never knowed my mama.

I hear she was

too young to care for me.

So I was raised by my grandma.

We called her big mama.

She was big sideways,

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