Tomorrow You're Gone Page #4

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Wooo!

Wooo! That's it Samson.

Woo ho ho!

There's a zoo up ahead

we can go to.

Nah.

You don't like animals?

Mm. Not when they're

locked up in cages.

I don't like that either.

But I still like seeing them.

We can go on a picnic.

We can go into the No we ain't goin'

countryside. On no picnic.

We're going to a full blown dinner.

I know we are, but it's still

too early for dinner.

We got the scratch at the

surface anytime we want.

It's the way it works.

Alright! Keep on the expressway

it'll take us to the place where all

the fancy eating places are.

What time is it? I mean I ought

to be starved last I ate!

You ain't hungry?

I got a right' to be.

All the sh*t I ate last four years!

Damn it, what the hell is

goin' on with me?

That's okay Samson.

So we'll just gonna cruise for a while.

Let our appetites build.

I'll be alright.

You ever heard that belief

that when you die,

you come back...

come back as something else,

like a rat?

You ever heard that?

I wrote a poem about it.

I Remember You

from the Tree Tops.

You figure it happens

that way then, huh?

My poem's the

only place I can't lie.

Everything I feel

believes in him.

Do you believe in it?

Like to but...

just afraid it's all bullshit.

What if it is,

Still doesn't hurt for you

to believe.

It sure would if I killed myself

to turn into something better.

Instead found myself

in eternal hell it would.

That's the saddest through ever.

What are you doing?

I'm changing.

What into?

I don't know, not sure,

something cool.

What happened?

I got bit.

What happened to you?

What, here?

Can't you see it?

Well that's too bad.

Yeah.

Mm.

You see that Samson?

Hey.

Hey.

You see that?

You want to go inside

and see it?

No.

Why you don't like churches?

Well, you go.

I can tell what it is here

and you talk, huh?

No. That ain't the same Samson.

Come on, I don't want

to go alone.

Do you believe you

have a soul Samson?

I don't know if I do.

You do.

You do. And it's a good one.

It just ain't old like mine.

What proof you got of him?

I feel him.

Just like I feel you're

a good soul.

Yeah, what's that feel like?

Let him put

some of it into you.

Talk to him.

About what?

Tell him how you

got no appetite,

your stomach hurts,

and ask him to make it

stop hurtin'

All my life I...

from what I can remember of it,

I'd be dreaming,

about hurting and killing

the people that hurt me.

When I was younger

that made me feel better until

I'd wake up

and they were all still alive.

Those dreams were my secret.

I told the Buddha about them.

Tell God it ain't your dreams

making your belly sick.

Could have come across

Tell him you don't know how you

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