Pacific Garden Mission (con’t)

Bout time you piece of shit.

            Gimme those aspirins.

            Head still hurts then.

            Killing me.  Feels like a dog shit in my mouth.  Right in it.

            TonyO hands him a warm can of beer, open on the coffee table.

            Let’s get some shit donuts from downstairs.

            Nice.

            You know spics don’t use butter, aint that strange?  Lard in everything.

            Got some?

            Downstairs, downstairs.  Get your head screwed on and we’ll go.