Blunt Force Trauma Page #3

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It's okay.

Yeah, sure it is.

Sh*t happens sometimes, right?

Okay.

That was me watching your back.

This is getting out of your way.

Because...

If I stick around,

I'm gonna see you die. Yeah.

I'm not gonna die.

F***. You're so f***ing wrong!

I'm not gonna die.

F***.

You're wrong.

Get in the car

with that b*tch, win or lose...

who you are now is gone...

is gone after that.

Okay... bye.

Why are you gonna go?

Stupid, stupid man.

She's not coming?

I f***ed it up.

Maybe you're not

giving her enough credit.

This is Joe.

I don't know his real name.

We were... we were never formally introduced.

These guys live to be

about 80 years old.

He'll be around

a lot longer than both of us.

He's a very strange bird.

He's very... he's very independent.

Some dude came by

years ago, looking for...

you know, I guess the same as you.

He, uh... left him with me.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah.

"Ad caelum et angustam."

Caelum...

Caelum, heaven.

All the way up to heaven.

There's a constellation Caelum.

It means "The Chisel."

One word, two meanings, huh?

You know there was a saint,

St. Perpetua.

She dreamt that there was a ladder...

a ladder straight to heaven.

But to get there, she had

to step on the head of a dragon.

That make you the dragon?

I don't want to be no f***ing dragon.

Hmm.

They say the game has gone to sh*t.

It's not the way it was.

The way it was?

Let me tell you something.

You know how it got started down here?

The drug dealers, they wanted to know,

just for kicks, which vests would work.

They paid the poor peons 100 bucks

apiece to shoot at each other.

They got two fellas two feet apart,

guns already drawn...

It was more like

a goddamn game of chicken.

You know, it was artless.

So a few of us who were down here,

we gave it some rules...

a little bit of form,

a little bit of grace.

We were just a bunch

of crazy boys dressing up...

playing with real men's toys.

Raising the stakes

where no stakes existed.

It was just an illusion.

Except when it's not about stakes.

Well, then what?

The moment of form and grace.

Yeah, well.

Let's make it sunrise.

Come on, Joe, let's go to bed.

I don't want this.

Well? What do you think?

I think the same thing

I think every time.

You know, we weren't meant for this.

The things we're meant for, they're not

very interesting after a while, either.

Stupid, stupid man.

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