The Motel Life Page #5
I don't know, all I know
is I gotta take a leak,
and I don't think I
can get up by myself.
Alright.
Well, come on, Frank.
I'm about to piss myself.
If I do, I'm taking your bed.
Ah, the greatest
feeling I've ever had.
I think this is the longest piss
I think I've ever pissed, Frank.
- I'm gonna be sick soon.
- I'm almost done.
Frank.
Maybe you should just
drink beer from now on.
I mean it looked like you
drank half that bottle.
You know Willie Nelson, he said whiskey was
the only thing that almost killed him.
More than any other drug, and I'm
sure he tried them all, you know...
Sure he has.
How ya feeling?
I'm having nightmares.
Mind if I have one of those?
We drank a lot of beers.
Didn't we, Frank?
Yeah, I guess so.
Hey, that probably ain't
too good for you.
It can't be that bad.
So, you think you
could live in Elko?
nice, you know, it's, uh...
it's different.
- You gonna start seeing her again?
- I don't know.
You still ain't ever
told me what happened.
Yeah, well you probably wouldn't
like her too much if you knew.
I think I have a pretty
good idea, though.
You ever tell anyone?
No.
You never talk about
anything, Frank.
I know you better than anybody.
I don't even know what
you're thinking anymore.
It doesn't have to
be me, I guess...
It's just not good
to hold things in.
If you read the Willie
book, you'd know that.
I went down to the
Sutro that night.
And uh... saw her like that.
With some guy.
And uh... with her...
down to her bottom underwear with
her bare knees on that old carpet.
With her mom in the... in the room.
Well, she's had a hard life.
I mean, her mom's a
hooker for chrissakes.
I keep... seeing her knees
in my mind, you know?
We're f***-ups, Frank.
We're gonna be with
people who are f***-ups.
And to me...
to me that makes sense.
You're the loneliest
guy I know, Frank.
Everyone says that.
Even Tommy says that.
- All I've ever done is f*** up.
- Don't say that.
Oh come on. I ain't never had a woman
tell me that she loved me. You have.
Annie told you that, didn't she?
- Yeah.
- See?
- I ain't never done anything.
- We're just getting started.
Maybe.
No girl's gonna f*** a guy with
one leg. A guy who's killed a kid.
Now, I'm just telling
you the truth.
I'm just telling you the truth.
I made you something.
I drew this for you.
Oh, man.
That's funnier than hell.
Hey.
You're a good man, Frank Flannigan.
You are.
I love you.
You were heading towards Iceland
and there was nothing you could do.
a goddamned blizzard.
You're almost snow-blind, when a polar bear
the size of an elephant starts chasing you.
You pull out your pearl-handled .45
and out one round right through
it's brain, killing it dead.
You take out your Air
and carve up a hole in the
polar bear, and jump inside.
You walk all night, and in the
morning you come across a cabin,
and hear a girl screaming inside. She's
naked, tied face down on the bed.
An old guy with a whip
stands over her,
and goddamn if he isn't doing a
line of cocaine off her ass.
A line the size of a deer antler. You
kick in the door, pull out your gun,
and say, "Sir, I am a lieutenant in the
American Air Force. Put down that whip."
Then the girl comes flying out and stabs
him in the throat with a kitchen knife,
and blood squirts everywhere. And
you leave his body to the wolves.
Her name's Marge. She tells you you're
the greatest man she's ever met.
You end up falling in love.
Goddamn if a meteor doesn't
come flying from the sky
and crash right next to your cabin. Oil
starts shooting out 100 years high.
- What's going on?
- Sir, please move back.
"Honey" you ask her,
"you own this land?"
"No, we own this land."
She says and hugs you.
"Goddamn." you say.
"We're gonna be millionaires."
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