I feel bad. I let him down. Ah, that's crap, kid. He's proud of you. We've been friends a long time so I know him as good as anybody. - A smart fellow, ain't he? - As smart as they come. He used to be a banker on the outside. What's he in here for, anyway? Murder. The hell you say! You wouldn't think it to look at the guy. He caught his wife in bed with some golf pro. He greased them both. What? About four years ago, I was in Thomaston on a two-to-three stretch. I stole a car. It was a dumb-fuck thing to do. About six months left to go, I get a new cellmate in. Elmo Blatch. Big, twitchy fucker. Kind of roomie you pray you don't get. You know what I'm saying? Six-to-twelve, armed burglary. He said he'd pulled hundreds of jobs. Hard to believe, high-strung as he was. You'd cut a loud fart, he'd jump three feet in the air.
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Bye.
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The thing is, see...
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Thank you, sir.
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Let's go, let's go! Move your butts! Move it!
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Not for an old crook like me. Fort Hancock, Texas, please.
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You believe whatever you want, Floyd. But I'm telling you, these walls are funny.
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Watch it, old-timer! Are you trying to get killed? I saw an automobile once, when I was a kid, but now... they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The parole board got me into this halfway house called The Brewer, and a job bagging groceries at the Foodway. It's hard work, and I try to keep up, but my hands hurt most of the time. Make sure your man double-bags. Last time, the bottom near came out. Make sure you double-bag, like the lady says. Understand? Yes, sir. I surely will. I don't think the store manager likes me very much. Sometimes, after work, I go to the park and feed the birds. I keep thinking Jake might just show up and say hello. But he never does.
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And I hope, wherever he is, he's doing OK and making new friends. I have trouble sleeping at night. I have bad dreams, like I'm falling. I wake up, scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get me a gun and rob the Foodway, so they'd send me home. I could shoot the manager, while I was at it. Sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being afraid all the time. I've decided... not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me. "I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old crook like me." PS. Tell Heywood I'm sorry I put a knife to his throat. "No hard feelings. Brooks."
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What's all this? You tell me, fuck-stick. They're all addressed to you. Take it.