The Motel Life Page #5

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I don't recommend you take it.

That's just all I could

give you for it.

I'll take the 400.

Okay.

Tommy, get him some coffee.

And make him take these donuts.

You guys are leaving, aren't you?

That's what you need the money for?

I don't know.

400 bucks ain't much to hit the

road with, if that's your plan.

Yeah, I know. And we

don't even have a car.

You can get a piece of sh*t

for 300, I don't know.

I was thinking of going over to Earl

Hurley's lot, he'd set up credit with me.

Yeah, you could do that.

I might have a better option.

The Tyson Douglas fight.

- I don't think so, Tommy.

- Hey.

Frank, Frank! Come here.

Listen, look, I know

this one's good.

And... and... and I just...

I just need help getting there.

- I just need a little bit of money.

- Tommy.

It's Jerry Lee, okay?

Hey man, I'll give you my car.

The odds are 40 to 1.

We bet 250 cash. Alright?

That means, worst case,

you're walking out of there with at

least 150 bucks cash and my car.

When's the fight?

Tonight.

I want the keys to your car.

Right before we place the bet,

okay, I get the keys.

- Deal?

- That's a deal, Frank.

And don't tell Jerry Lee about

selling the old man's gun.

My brother loved that a**hole.

Jesus, Al, what the

hell happened to you?

You're not gonna f***ing

believe it, Frank.

Walking home last night,

after I rented a movie,

a couple of those f***ing

redneck bastards

were waiting for me outside

that gay bar on Virginia.

The one with the numbers on the outside.

Near the vegetarian joint, you know.

A-a-anyway...

they, uh, called me a queer,

they pushed me down, and, uh,

kicked the sh*t outta me, man.

I thought I was gonna die.

It was that bad.

Finally I just curled up

into a cannonball,

- and tried to wait it out, you know?

- Yeah.

All 'cause I was walking by that place and

wearing my acid-washed jean jacket.

- I mean, what the f***?

- Jesus, let me see.

It's just a jacket.

F***, I didn't even know who

the f*** those guys were.

I never seen them before

in my life, Frank.

Hi.

Gue-gue-guess what

movie I was renting.

What?

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang for Christ's

sakes. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang!

It was a Saturday and I felt like

being in a good mood, you know?

Yeah.

F***, man.

Sh*t, I remember one of

'em stole the movie.

He-he-he-he picked it up and looked

at it, and then he just took it.

- What kind of sick f*** steals a movie?

- Hey, Al...

- your nose is... starting...

- F***. Ah, sh*t.

Jesus Christ, I thought you

weren't gonna show up.

- I told you I'd be here.

- Fight's starting in an hour.

You're a crazy bastard

if you go through with it.

Hey, shut the f*** up, Al.

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