Hick Page #6

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I know firearms.

I know bullets.

I know which

way they go.

I know which way

they don't go.

They didn't give me

this for nothing.

I also know how to make it

look like maybe two people

maybe had a

love-sick quarrel

and maybe they

killed each other.

And I also know how

to make it look

like a third person

was never there.

Poof, never there.

Why?

Because I never should have

set foot out of that cabin

in the first place.

So this is all I got.

Now, would you

please eat

your fluffy, goddamn

delicious eggs?

My sister is the one

that taught me to cook.

She called it

bachelor training.

She lives in LA.

Works at some weird school

where they got

hobbit huts

and everybody

speaks French.

You should look her up.

She'd like you.

She always wanted

a daughter.

Look, I'm not some

kind of charity case.

Oh, I know, independent.

Well, I reckon I best

get you home then.

Hey, where are

you from anyway?

Palmyra, Nebraska.

You know,

it's not so bad.

We got a good

football team.

Yeah, I know.

The bus station is about

two hours down the road.

I'll give you a ride

if that doesn't offend

your sensibilities.

No.

That doesn't

offend me at all.

Mama?

Oh, my God, Luli?

It's Luli.

We've been worried sick,

just sick with this.

Where are you?

When are you coming back?

Tomorrow.

Oh, that is great.

Honey, that is

the best news ever.

Oh, my God, Luli,

you're never going

to believe this.

But I sold it.

I sold it all to Lux,

and now they're going

to build a Walmart

right here in Palmyra.

Mom, the bus drop's down

at Lincoln, 7:
00 a.m.

Can you pick me up?

Well, oh, that's a

little early, honey.

Mom, put Daddy

on the phone.

Oh, baby, your daddy,

he never made it back,

so he's gone.

Oh, but, sweetie,

you're going to love Lux.

I mean, yeah, he's a gem

and we're moving, hon.

We're just-- We're moving

on and we're moving up!

Sweetie, do you hear this?

Honey, I can't hear you.

Speak up.

Oh, we're in a bit

of a celebration here,

so it's hard

to hear everything--

I need you to pull

over the bus.

Look, kid, why don't you

go back to your seat?

Look, I'm real sorry and all,

but I'm an epileptic and I--

Now, look,

I can't stop the bus.

Look at me!

Look at me!

If I don't get my medicine,

I'm going to have a sei--

Oh, sh*t.

You could shake your knuckles at the sky.

You could get mad and say,

"I don't got nothing."

You could get stuck.

You could grab the past

and drag it with you

like a back of rocks.

You could grab that

new diet with grapefruits

and a brand-new

exerciser

and maybe that new and

improved washer-dryer set.

You could grab and grab

and grab and grab

until your fists

turn green.

You could grab

everything you ever wanted.

Shake it.

Try to make it go boom.

Yet you could never,

ever grab enough.

Pow.

That was the end,

back just before I coughed.

It fades out.

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