The Good View: Weekly Boost Page #4

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- Are you serious?

- I don't f*** around Jimmy.

- What kind of job we talking?

- Just another boost.

You got five minutes

to steal a car,

containing some

really valuable cargo.

It's going down

in broad daylight.

All you got to do,

bring me the car.

Don't ask any questions,

and that's it.

- That's it?

- Yep, that's it.

- Two fifty.

- I got to make a call.

- What for?

- Now I know your price.

- Tommy, you mind?

You know who I am?

- You must be Lorenzo.

But you don't look sick to me.

- That's because I'm not.

At least not in the body.

Maybe in the mind.

- I thought this was all

about you needing a kidney.

- What's your name kid?

- Jimmy.

- What do you do Jimmy?

What's your thing?

- I boost cars.

- And how did you wind

up working for Austin?

- I don't work for nobody.

- And yet, here we are.

It's amazing isn't it?

How crystal clear

a situation becomes

when you're looking at

it from the outside?

- It's a matter

of point of view.

- Exactly.

We're animals.

That's part of our conundrum.

Greed serves us

very well in nature,

but in the human world,

we have our intellect

to tell us otherwise.

- If you were me, you would

have done the same thing.

- Hard to say.

You know I have to

kill you, right?

- You don't have to do anything.

- I didn't get to be in this

position by being merciful.

- Mercy?

Is that what we're

talking about?

- If you were in my position,

you'd do the same thing.

- Hard to say.

- How old are you kid?

- 26.

- Jesus.

When I was 26, I

lived in Chelsea.

- Why'd you come here?

- Because I knew

that I would have to

burn some people

if I wanted to get

where I wanted to go.

Or, move somewhere else,

and take what was mine.

I chose the latter.

- Makes sense, but why L.A.?

It's the weather, right?

I'm from Detroit, you

ever been to Midwest?

It's f***ing cold.

- First I went to New York.

But the guineas run that town.

Also, cold.

After a few years,

I came out to L.A.,

and I knew right

away, I'd hit it.

- How'd you know?

- Back then, my

main thing was blow,

and this b*tch ran all

the coke from Mexico.

Ruthless c*nt named Graciela.

Bat sh*t crazy, that broad.

And good looking

too, huge titties.

But if she even thought

you'd crossed her,

she'd have you burned

alive, cut out your eyes,

and chop off your dick.

That's the funny

thing about people,

you can deify them, but

that the end of the day,

their flesh is just

as soft and fragile

as a baby girl's.

- Something tells me things

didn't end well for Graciela.

- She fell victim to her vanity.

And then I put a

gun under her chin

and blew her f***ing head off.

Men get a bad wrap,

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