Jayne Mansfield's Car Page #9

Skip.

Yeah. Yeah.

You know, there was a...

there was a time

when everybody I looked at

looked like pigs

with hollowed out eyes.

And everything

was kind of yellow.

Yeah.

Is that when you was in the war?

No, about 10 minutes ago,

or maybe it was yesterday.

I'll be darned.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey,

you see down there

where that fence goes along

with the driveway,

looks like a big rubber band,

you know? Huh?

No, sir. I can hardly see

anything out there,

to tell you the truth.

Well, I was putting barbed wire

up along there.

You must have been

about seven or eight.

And I had you helping me.

And I got all tangled up.

I ended up falling,

getting all rolled up in it.

And it was all stuck

in my hair even,

my shirt and my pants.

And I asked you to help me

get out of it.

And you started bawling

and run off.

I said, "Why, you little sh*t."

And in a minute or two

you come back just hauling ass,

still crying,

with a pair of wire cutters.

I said, "God damn, Skip, I done

got wire cutters right here.

I just need you to help me

get out of this."

You...

you always...

you always panicked

when somebody got hurt.

You never could see anything

get hurt, you never did.

Yeah.

You said I was about

seven or eight?

Yeah.

- What are you doing?

- Huh?

What are you doing?

I was just kind of putting

my arm around you a little.

Well,

huh.

Feels strange.

- Yeah.

- All right.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Are you wet?

- Wet?

- Yeah.

No, sir. I'm...

Do you feel wet?

JIMBO:
If we was

Old West outlaws...

I was thinking about this

the other day...

I'd be Jesse James,

Carroll would be Pat Garrett...

Skip, you'd be Billy the Kid.

CARROLL:

Pat Garrett wasn't an outlaw.

JIMBO:
Yeah, he was.

He changed his mind

and he switched over.

How come I'd have to be

Billy the Kid?

JIMBO:
'Cause.

Because he was just a dumb-ass

who got lucky and killed a few.

There's this one picture of him.

I saw it.

He's lopsided.

Looks like he's licking the snot

off his nose.

What if I throw a low, hard one

down there,

bounce it up in your nuts?

How would you like that?

JIMBO:
I don't think

I'd like that too much.

I was just kidding.

I'm just f***ing with you.

Sh*t.

CARROLL:

Hey, can we take a break?

'Cause I'm tired

of just standing here.

I don't know about you.

Hey.

- What?

- Hey.

Oh. One of the dogs has been

shitting on the porch.

I think it's this damn Penelope.

Where did everybody go?

Well, Jimbo's out back

someplace there.

No, I mean,

where's the Bedfords?

Well, they left already

about an hour ago. Yeah.

- They left?

- Yeah.

Well, why didn't anybody

wake me up?

I reckon nobody

thought about it.

Good girl.

Well, what did they say?

They said, "Bye.

We had a good time,"

you know, stuff like that.

Dorothy gave them some chicken

and biscuits to eat on the road.

- Well...

- Good girl.

Did anybody say,

"Tell Donna goodbye"

- or something?

- Not that I remember, no.

No.

Well...

You're a good girl

most of the time.

Don't sh*t over there now.

Uh, I'd better see

what Jimbo's up to.

Okay.

JIM:
Yeah.

It'll be good to get home, hmm?

Yes, Father.

Well, Skip, you finally got

some decent p*ssy, didn't you?

Well, maybe

I'm in love with her.

What do you think of that?

- What?

- I'm sorry, buddy.

I'm sorry, that's just funny

for some reason.

Hey...

- Nah.

- Sh*t, man, Daddy did acid.

- No.

- He said he figured out

everything he ever

wondered about.

Then he said that when he puked

he forgot all of it.

Hey, Jimbo,

what did you put

in Mama's casket?

I saw you put something

in there.

It's just something

between me and her.

Come on, man, what was it?

It was a letter I wrote her

and never sent her.

Boy, this sh*t's strong.

What?

What, you don't think

I never smoked dope before?

What do you think I am,

a caveman?

Sh*t.

I just don't like it.

It ain't good for me.

I start thinking

the FBI is chasing after me.

My heart starts racing so fast,

I'm worried it's not gonna stop

till I'm dead.

Hey, Jimbo, me and Carroll...

we don't care

that you never did see combat,

just so you know.

We really don't.

I mean, you're our brother

and we love you to death

and you're our flesh and blood,

you know.

And we're glad you didn't.

There ain't no reason

to be jealous about it.

You don't have any idea.

So, um...

you ought to be happy

about it.

I mean, me and Carroll's proud

of what we did and everything,

but it's a goddamn

nightmare, Jimbo.

So you ought to just let it go.

See, you can work

and sleep and be thought of

as normal.

Me and him can't, you know.

I mean, you see

how Daddy treats us.

What little sleep I get,

I wake up

thinking I'm on fire.

Now how would you like that?

God damn, buddy,

I love you to death,

but sometimes, man, you can

really f*** up a free meal.

Now what did you have

to say that for?

I mean, he was actually smoking

with us and talking to us.

Now why did you have to

say that, man?

It just felt right.

Here.

Put this on your face.

Now that's why

you'd be Billy the Kid.

He got shot when he was 21

for being too big for his

britches and not thinking.

You just need to think sometimes

before you open your mouth.

I do think, Jimbo.

No, you don't.

I try not to.

Hey, hey,

let's go get some cheeseburgers

and go hang out at my place.

Let's go.

All right.

Let's go.

You drive.

You shitting me?

No. Go ahead.

CARROLL:

Are you sure, buddy?

Yeah.

- You ready?

- Yeah.

Let's do it.

SKIP:
Jimbo, stop. Stop the car.

Stop the car.

God damn it.

I c... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Jimbo,

it just don't feel right.

JIMBO:

Well, God damn it, Skip.

Daddy.

Hey.

What's up?

I went to the recruiting office

yesterday

when you were over at Grandpa's

and I joined the army.

The sergeant said they'll keep

me and Connell together.

Everybody in the family

did it, Daddy.

I saw this picture

of some guys in 'Nam hanging out

with some palm trees,

with their shirts off

and guns slung

over their shoulders.

Looked so f***ing rock 'n' roll.

I want to do

something cool, Daddy.

I don't want to rot here.

I'm 18.

I don't need your permission.

What were they thinking?

And what were they drinking?

Were they leaving

With any regrets?

Were they achieving

What they were believing?

Did they pay off

All of their debts?

My head's in the clouds

Anytime there's bad weather

Wondering if storms

Have a heart

I spend all my time

Putting pieces together

But they all

Fall apart

Could he see through the fog?

Was she petting the dog?

Were the kids having dreams

They could fly?

Was the land in the truck

Hauling clouds of bad luck?

Are his hands full of tears

That won't dry?

The darkness is heavy

But light as a feather

The end is just really

The start

I spend all my time

Putting pieces together

But they all fall apart

We'll all go through the

portal

Yeah, no one's immortal

But the time and the place

Puzzles me

I'm a prisoner of the details

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