TRASH
You leave the trailer, there ain't no way you're gonna listen to her bitch at you, but you'll be damned if you're going to get a real job! You decide to go over to your "friend" Dan's trailer. Maybe he's got some scam going on that you can get in on, make some money, and get Tina off your ass for awhile.
You knock on the door, and Dan almost opens it immediately. He's obviously high already, he's still got white powder on his nose.
"Oh hey Mel! What's going on? You want some toot? Want some snoot? Want some speed? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?" he rattles off while hitting you in the shoulder.
"Shut the fuck up!" you say slapping him. "Shit Dan, you're fuckin' hopeless. Anyway, Tina's bitchin' at me to get a job an' seeing as I don't want to do any real work, I was wondering if you got anything going on, but I can see that you're in no condition to do anything."
"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me Mel? Hell I feel like I can do fifty things right now! I was just gonna go down to Big Jim's and try to rip him off, you could come help me do that!"
"Dan, you're gonna get your brains blown out like thatt, you better cancel that plan. Even I'm not gonna try to rip off a crazy, heavily armed, pissed off Vietnam vet."
"Well maybe we could try a different place, but I was thinkingÂ…"
"You were? Will wonders ever fuckin' cease? Well spit it out!"
"Well you know ol' Sam runs his meth lab from his trailer right?"
"I guess you'd know better than I would, bein' the junkie an' all."
"Well he says he needs some help keeping his more excitable customers in line."
"What the fuck kind of drug dealer is he? Shouldn't he just have shot anyone giving him problems?"
"No, no, no! Sam's a peaceful guy, he doesn't really want any trouble, he's only in the drug game because he doesn't want a real job either, but he has a hard time dealing with the less glamorous lifestyle of the drug game."
"There's a glamorous side? He lives in a fuckin' trailer park like the rest of us. The guy's not fuckin' Tony Montana!"
"Well anyway, he said he needed some help with crowd control, so we could go do that."
"Hmmm, I think what you mean is I'LL help with crowd control and YOU'LL be ripping him off while he isn't looking." You say cutting through the bullshit.
"Well yeah, something like that."
You knock on the door, and Dan almost opens it immediately. He's obviously high already, he's still got white powder on his nose.
"Oh hey Mel! What's going on? You want some toot? Want some snoot? Want some speed? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?" he rattles off while hitting you in the shoulder.
"Shut the fuck up!" you say slapping him. "Shit Dan, you're fuckin' hopeless. Anyway, Tina's bitchin' at me to get a job an' seeing as I don't want to do any real work, I was wondering if you got anything going on, but I can see that you're in no condition to do anything."
"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me Mel? Hell I feel like I can do fifty things right now! I was just gonna go down to Big Jim's and try to rip him off, you could come help me do that!"
"Dan, you're gonna get your brains blown out like thatt, you better cancel that plan. Even I'm not gonna try to rip off a crazy, heavily armed, pissed off Vietnam vet."
"Well maybe we could try a different place, but I was thinkingÂ…"
"You were? Will wonders ever fuckin' cease? Well spit it out!"
"Well you know ol' Sam runs his meth lab from his trailer right?"
"I guess you'd know better than I would, bein' the junkie an' all."
"Well he says he needs some help keeping his more excitable customers in line."
"What the fuck kind of drug dealer is he? Shouldn't he just have shot anyone giving him problems?"
"No, no, no! Sam's a peaceful guy, he doesn't really want any trouble, he's only in the drug game because he doesn't want a real job either, but he has a hard time dealing with the less glamorous lifestyle of the drug game."
"There's a glamorous side? He lives in a fuckin' trailer park like the rest of us. The guy's not fuckin' Tony Montana!"
"Well anyway, he said he needed some help with crowd control, so we could go do that."
"Hmmm, I think what you mean is I'LL help with crowd control and YOU'LL be ripping him off while he isn't looking." You say cutting through the bullshit.
"Well yeah, something like that."