Box of Moon Light Page #4

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a driver's license.

Wait a second.

You're driving without a license?

I told you, man.

I'm off the f***ing grid!

Your off your f... nut.

You get in an accident

and you injure somebody,

You're going to jail...

Especially if you're

driving intoxicated

With a carload of illegal fireworks.

God, you're... You're right, Al.

I don't know what I was thinking.

I feel really stupid.

Well, it's your life, Buck,

And frankly,

it's none of my business.

Now, listen,

Is there someplace

I can get washed up?

Yeah. there's a big pool

back in the woods.

That's where I take a bath.

Plus it's great swimming.

I am not talking swimming.

I wanna get washed up,

And I wanna get back on the road.

That's what I'm saying, Al.

You jump in, you get cleaned up,

And you take off.

All right. Let me get my shirt.

Distributor drive gear,

Distributor drive gear.

I gotta learn a bit.

It gets complicated in my brain.

You know, I can't...

Hey!

All right!

Here she is, Al.

The water leans a bit to the cool side,

But the Indians say

it's good for your skin tone.

What Indians?

Crowsfeet.

They lived in this valley

for centuries.

Crowsfeet?

They were the first Indians

to tame the wild dog.

Is that a fact?

Yup.

I been studying all

about that stuff, Al.

This is the best way in right here.

You're not gonna wear any underwear?

What for?

There may be someone

in the vicinity.

Ha ha ha ha!

Oh, yeah!

Hey, come on in, Al!

How do you get out?

There's a rope.

Yeah. You just climb up.

Ok. Look out.

Here I come.

Not bad, huh?

No.

It feels pretty good, actually.

See? there's little fishies.

Whoo!

This is a nice little spot, buck.

Yeah. not many people

know about it, I guess.

Most of the time,

I have it to myself.

Caw! caw!

Hey, where are we going?

I've gotta get out of here.

I thought you said

this was a shortcut.

Well, I never really timed it, Al.

Just always seemed shorter.

Mmm!

Mmm!

Nothing like a tomato

right off the vine, Al.

Go ahead. Try one.

Whose are they?

Some old guy.

He don't give a sh*t.

I'm gonna take a leak.

Goddamn, I got to piss.

Life is a tomato right off the vine.

Al Fountain...

Monday, July 2nd...

Hey, Al!

Ha ha ha!

Sorry, Al. I thought you'd duck.

You little f***ing bastard!

Aah!

Aah!

Ok!

Aah!

We're even.

Yeah, that's cool.

Sucker! yeah!

Chicken!

Oh, he's running!

There he goes.

All right.

Ok. wait!

Wait. Ok. wait!

Wait for what?

Wait for this!

Direct hit. Direct hit.

You're dead.

Ok!

Yaah!

Big shot!

Big man, huh?

Aah!

Whoa! There he goes.

Time out. Get your ammo...

in your face, buddy!

Unh!

That's right!

Ow!

Yeah!

Now he's running.

Double-barrel action.

Ok.

Ha ha ha!

There! Ow!

That's a man's throw.

Time out!

Another one.

Ow! ow!

Ah!

You all right?

Ohh!

Did I get you in the kidneys?

Ha ha!

All right now, boys.

Come on up out of there.

Jesus Christ! It's the police!

Shh! Shh!

I thought you said nobody

cared about these tomatoes!

There they are.

They're right down there.

I can see them.

Let's go, boys.

I can see one of you's

white shirt plain as day...

So why don't you just stand on up,

And let's get this over with?

The hell you doing?

What are you doing?

Take the shirt off!

Take the shirt off!

What's the matter with you?

All right.

Give me that.

Stay down!

Get down! Get down!

Crawl. Crawl. Come on.

I can't when you're on top of me!

Get going, quick. Move! Come on!

Just move! Move! Come on.

Goddamn these little kids!

Why can't they just leave

people's property alone?

They aren't their tomatoes.

Yeah, they know that.

But no, no. They gonna come in here

and waste my time

with this froufrou sh*t.

I think I recognize

the one in that white shirt.

All right, boys.

You're going to force me

to do something nasty here.

I'm gonna bend you both over...

Get the hell out of here.

Wait. Wait.

...and take my night stick to you.

Wait a minute. Stay here.

Just stay right there.

All right, boys.

I'm getting tired of this sh*t.

Are you coming out or not?

Don't look like they is.

Are you coming or not?

Aah!

Whoa!

Goddamn it, Floyd!

You stupid son of a b*tch!

Get the car!

Look out, boys!

Stand up!

Run!

Oh, Jesus!

Jesus! God! We've killed them!

It just ran right over them.

Well, I'll call for a medic.

Where are they?

Are they alive?

I'm sorry, Al. Really.

I was just trying

to create us a diversion

so we could get away.

That's an old Indian trick.

Yeah? well, let me

tell you something, buck.

That little trick of yours

almost killed an old man

And 2 officers of the law.

Do you think that's funny?

I never thought of it that way.

You're absolutely right.

It was stupid.

You must think I'm a worthless

f***ing piece of sh*t.

Look, buck, I like you,

but I have got to

tell you something.

I think it's time

you got your life squared away.

I think you're right, Al.

Well, good-bye and good luck.

All right.

Al, good-bye.

For Christ's sake...

Where the hell...

are the keys?

What? The car keys?

Yes. The car keys.

All right. Hold on, Al.

When did you last have them?

When I drove you into town.

Ok. Well, let's think.

We got back.

You got out of the car.

What did you do with the keys?

I thought I left them in the car.

Might you have put them

in your pocket?

I might have... yes.

Goddamn it!

I bet they fell out

when you were running around

in that tomato field.

Oh, Christ!

All right. Now, take it easy.

Take it easy, Al.

First light... Crack of dawn...

we go back to that field

and find those goddamn keys.

Crack of dawn?

I have got to get going!

I know you do, Al,

and I'm damn sorry.

I feel responsible.

You're still there?

Hey, don't think

I'm happy about this.

I wanted to get the hell

out of here yesterday.

I just bought $60 worth

of groceries for a cookout.

You and Bob get started,

and I'll try to be there.

Don't let him start the fire.

Now, how's he doing

with the flashcards?

I'll let him tell you.

Here's your dad.

Hi, dad.

Thanks for the flash cards.

They're really helping a lot.

Good. I told you they would.

What's 12 times 8?

Bob?

Uh, 15?

Listen, Bob,

I'm gonna let you go now

because it sounds like you've

still got a lot of work to do.

Thanks, dad. Good night.

Good night.

That's right, man!

'cause he did it!

The little Cubano is tough, Norm.

Yeah!

Uncle Samson!

Oh, come on!

Hey.

Dig in, man.

Save some room for dessert.

There goes the Castroator.

He's in action now!

Like wrestling, Al?

I like college

or high school wrestling,

Not this garbage.

Hey, this ain't

no high school sh*t.

This is professional wrestling.

That's my guy right there...

Uncle Samson...

Ranked number one

By the PWP and the WPW both.

He's fighting some

Cuban guy from Cuba.

I feel for Sam now.

This is a sad day for Uncle Sam.

Ooh! Oh, no! Look out!

Get away from there!

You greasy bastard!

Come on! Get away from there!

Yeah!

You go, Sam!

I don't believe it! I can't watch.

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