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May 30 - June 1, 2021
“I’m getting played? You just gave a pornographic actor your apartment. The same guy you hit in the head with a coffeepot. You go from one train wreck to the next.”
Sometimes you just say full throttle and fuck it.”
“I love your metaphors. I even like you. But right now I’d like to push you off a tall building.”
“Oh, yeah, that,” he replied. “Things got a little out of hand. Look, big mon—” “No, you look, Clete. Helen wants to feed you into an airplane propeller.” “She’s emotional sometimes.
“You want to be a dildo for this broad, that’s your choice.
The word criminal is more an emotional than legal term.
“You bump uglies with a guy’s wife, then tell him she’s an ice cube, but it’s me who’s got a problem with language?”
“Coll is planning to kill somebody. But you’re supposed to repair his soul so he can sneak into heaven through a side window?”
“I miss the Mob. Shaking up a bunch of Kiwanians just doesn’t cut it.”
“I was in the Corps, too. Sunny ’Nam, class of ’69, smokin’ grass and stompin’ ass with Mother Green’s Mean Machine. See?”
“I think I’m going to do something more rewarding today, like have a conversation with a pile of bricks,” she said.
“We’re not good for each other. We never were. I’m too messed up and he’s too ambitious.”
Clete, whose past record included fleeing the United States on a murder warrant.
“You let Flip Raguzi stay in my place? This guy has diseases scientists haven’t found names for,” Clete said.
