Drillbit Taylor Page #12

and they say I should

be able to land a job,

which excites me a great deal.

And speaking of exciting me

a great deal,

Miss Zachey and I

have been in contact.

I don't know why women dig

guys in prison, but they really do.

On top of that, all I can say is,

I miss you guys

and will see you when I get out.

Which, thanks to the currently lenient

nature of the United States Army

deserting laws is in two days from now,

officially satisfying

my three-week sentence.

- Your brother, Bob Taylor.

- See you, Drillbit.

- AKA Drillbit.

- Later, bro.

AKA, Alamo Taylor.

I still like the sound of that.

There you are!

- Drillbit!

- Come on.

- Oh, my God.

- There he is.

Come on, get in here!

Come here! Fall in!

- He's a free man!

- Give me a hug!

Give me a hug. Yeah.

Well, that's gonna keep me smiling

all day, huh?

Yeah, that's my buddy, Drillbit.

He's a cool guy.

We're in a fight right now.

This has been the longest

three weeks of my life.

This has been the longest

three weeks of my life.

I missed you, too.

- Feels good.

- You gonna shake the jail?

- It wasn't that bad.

- Come on, let's go.

You know, the guy in the next cell taught

me some Spanish.

Did you know abierto means "open"?

Help! I'm bleeding!

Come here, soldier.

Let me take a look at that.

Come here. Jump up there.

You got a little bloody nose.

Tilt your head back, 45-degree angle.

- What happened?

- Somebody punched me.

Tell me his name. Names.

It'll never happen again.

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