The Good View: Weekly Boost Page #2

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say about forgiveness?

To forgive is to

set a prisoner free.

Then you find you

that prisoner's you.

- It's time sensitive.

And extremely valuable,

and that's why

I came to you.

- He wants me to courier

a package from Mexico.

Tells me that there's a

kidney inside that box.

- Yea, makes sense I guess.

Nobody's seen Lorenzo in months.

- Big Tommy was

very, very serious

about the time frame.

- Won't they know it was you?

- They'll suspect.

With all the

connections I got, I got

diplomatic immunity.

- And what if they

come after you anyway?

- You let me worry about that.

Lorenzo's got way too

many enemies down south.

- And little birdie's do talk.

- When you're alone, it's hard

to be present with

your thoughts.

And that's our

innate fear of death

manifesting around the

things we can't control.

- No, man.

It's 'cause I've got regrets.

- But you can't change the past.

- Yea, but at least if

I'm going to get clipped,

I know it's going to

f***ing happen fast.

What I'm most terrified of,

is the thought of a

slow painful death,

not actually dying.

Especially after what I saw

my dad go through, you know?

- God rest his soul.

- Yep.

Cheers to that, man.

What's up with

the lotus ink bro?

- Take the boy out the hood.

- Is that a gang tattoo?

- No man, we just got pride

from where we're from.

Those guys had my

back and I had theirs.

We weren't a gang in the

traditional sense, but

we protected each other.

- So why'd you leave, man?

- Honestly?

Too cold.

- Uh huh.

So is that really why you left?

The weather?

- Me and my boys got in a

fight outside the derby.

One of them got shot.

Did you know Rick Mckeeum?

- Nah, man.

- After that, things

just kind of slowed down.

Felt like I was

waiting around for

something bad to happen.

Figured if I came out here,

give me a chance to start fresh.

- How's it working out for you?

- It's working.

'Cause I'm sitting

here, with Clyde,

drinking beers

and getting a tan.

What about you, why'd you leave?

- Do you remember

Mike, my cousin?

- I never knew him,

I remember he got killed.

- Yea, well after...

My father died, and Mike,

I kind of realized I was

going down the wrong path.

- I'm sorry, I

know you guys were close.

- I wasn't ever really

that close to my dad, man.

Not like you.

- I was talking about Michael.

- Right, right.

- Jimmy!

- Mr. slick!

- Come on to the office.

- Nah man, I got to get going.

I just got to go.

- I got some Tequila,

and I want to

talk to you anyway, come on.

- There's an extra

1,000 bucks here.

- I thought you

deserved a little bonus.

- No thanks.

- Jimmy, don't be rude.

- I don't mean to be rude, but I

like our arrangement

just fine the way it is.

And I know what it

means if I take that.

- What are you talking about?

- It means I work for you.

- And what do you do now?

- Now I work with you,

there's a big difference.

- How's that?

- Simple.

I bring you cars

for $2,500 a pop.

And you know as well as I do,

I can go anywhere in town

and get that same price.

What makes us special, is

that we're both consistent.

- Is that a fact?

- Damn straight.

- You know?

This Tequila's

made from a cactus.

Meant to be sipped, and enjoyed.

To power and money.

You know, but sometimes Jimmy,

you got to just say, "f*** it."

- What's this about Roy?

- I got a special job for you.

- I don't do special jobs.

- Not even for big money?

- How much we talking?

- 20 grand.

- I just told you I

don't do special jobs.

- 50 then.

- You're just going to

throw numbers at me now?

- Yea, I'm serious.

- Well then again,

respectfully Roy,

I'm going to have to decline.

- Well how about

a respectable...

100 grand?

- Thanks for the drink.

- 200 grand.

Ah, now I've got your attention.

- Are you serious?

- I don't f*** around Jimmy.

- What kind of job we talking?

- Just another boost.

You got five minutes

to steal a car,

containing some

really valuable cargo.

It's going down

in broad daylight.

All you got to do,

bring me the car.

Don't ask any questions,

and that's it.

- That's it?

- Yep, that's it.

- Two fifty.

- I got to make a call.

- What for?

- Now I know your price.

- Tommy, you mind?

You know who I am?

- You must be Lorenzo.

But you don't look sick to me.

- That's because I'm not.

At least not in the body.

Maybe in the mind.

- I thought this was all

about you needing a kidney.

- What's your name kid?

- Jimmy.

- What do you do Jimmy?

What's your thing?

- I boost cars.

- And how did you wind

up working for Austin?

- I don't work for nobody.

- And yet, here we are.

It's amazing isn't it?

How crystal clear

a situation becomes

when you're looking at

it from the outside?

- It's a matter

of point of view.

- Exactly.

We're animals.

That's part of our conundrum.

Greed serves us

very well in nature,

but in the human world,

we have our intellect

to tell us otherwise.

- If you were me, you would

have done the same thing.

- Hard to say.

You know I have to

kill you, right?

- You don't have to do anything.

- I didn't get to be in this

position by being merciful.

- Mercy?

Is that what we're

talking about?

- If you were in my position,

you'd do the same thing.

- Hard to say.

- How old are you kid?

- 26.

- Jesus.

When I was 26, I

lived in Chelsea.

- Why'd you come here?

- Because I knew

that I would have to

burn some people

if I wanted to get

where I wanted to go.

Or, move somewhere else,

and take what was mine.

I chose the latter.

- Makes sense, but why L.A.?

It's the weather, right?

I'm from Detroit, you

ever been to Midwest?

It's f***ing cold.

- First I went to New York.

But the guineas run that town.

Also, cold.

After a few years,

I came out to L.A.,

and I knew right

away, I'd hit it.

- How'd you know?

- Back then, my

main thing was blow,

and this b*tch ran all

the coke from Mexico.

Ruthless c*nt named Graciela.

Bat sh*t crazy, that broad.

And good looking

too, huge titties.

But if she even thought

you'd crossed her,

she'd have you burned

alive, cut out your eyes,

and chop off your dick.

That's the funny

thing about people,

you can deify them, but

that the end of the day,

their flesh is just

as soft and fragile

as a baby girl's.

- Something tells me things

didn't end well for Graciela.

- She fell victim to her vanity.

And then I put a

gun under her chin

and blew her f***ing head off.

Men get a bad wrap,

but it never ceases

to surprise me, how

stupid a woman becomes

when she sees a big dick.

Just like that, pow,

no more Graciela,

and I'm running the

coke from Mexico.

You think the

wetbacks give a f***

who's running the sh*t?

They don't, trust me, as

long as you're consistent.

You ever been in love?

- What?

- You ever been in love?

- Sure I have.

- Tell me about it.

- First time was Sarah Madson.

She was a couple of

years older than me.

She lived up the street.

When I was 16, we hooked up.

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