The Motel Life Page #5

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I don't know, all I know

is I gotta take a leak,

and I don't think I

can get up by myself.

Alright.

Well, come on, Frank.

I'm about to piss myself.

If I do, I'm taking your bed.

Ah, the greatest

feeling I've ever had.

I think this is the longest piss

I think I've ever pissed, Frank.

- I'm gonna be sick soon.

- I'm almost done.

Frank.

Maybe you should just

drink beer from now on.

I mean it looked like you

drank half that bottle.

You know Willie Nelson, he said whiskey was

the only thing that almost killed him.

More than any other drug, and I'm

sure he tried them all, you know...

Sure he has.

How ya feeling?

I'm having nightmares.

Mind if I have one of those?

We drank a lot of beers.

Didn't we, Frank?

Yeah, I guess so.

Hey, that probably ain't

too good for you.

It can't be that bad.

So, you think you

could live in Elko?

I think it could be pretty

nice, you know, it's, uh...

it's different.

- You gonna start seeing her again?

- I don't know.

You still ain't ever

told me what happened.

Yeah, well you probably wouldn't

like her too much if you knew.

I think I have a pretty

good idea, though.

You ever tell anyone?

No.

You never talk about

anything, Frank.

I know you better than anybody.

I don't even know what

you're thinking anymore.

It doesn't have to

be me, I guess...

It's just not good

to hold things in.

If you read the Willie

book, you'd know that.

I went down to the

Sutro that night.

And uh... saw her like that.

With some guy.

And uh... with her...

down to her bottom underwear with

her bare knees on that old carpet.

With her mom in the... in the room.

Well, she's had a hard life.

I mean, her mom's a

hooker for chrissakes.

I keep... seeing her knees

in my mind, you know?

We're f***-ups, Frank.

We're gonna be with

people who are f***-ups.

And to me...

to me that makes sense.

You're the loneliest

guy I know, Frank.

Everyone says that.

Even Tommy says that.

- All I've ever done is f*** up.

- Don't say that.

Oh come on. I ain't never had a woman

tell me that she loved me. You have.

Annie told you that, didn't she?

- Yeah.

- See?

- I ain't never done anything.

- We're just getting started.

Maybe.

No girl's gonna f*** a guy with

one leg. A guy who's killed a kid.

Now, I'm just telling

you the truth.

I'm just telling you the truth.

I made you something.

I drew this for you.

Oh, man.

That's funnier than hell.

Hey.

You're a good man, Frank Flannigan.

You are.

I love you.

You were heading towards Iceland

and there was nothing you could do.

Your plane crashes into

a goddamned blizzard.

You're almost snow-blind, when a polar bear

the size of an elephant starts chasing you.

You pull out your pearl-handled .45

and out one round right through

it's brain, killing it dead.

You take out your Air

Force issue pocket knife

and carve up a hole in the

polar bear, and jump inside.

You walk all night, and in the

morning you come across a cabin,

and hear a girl screaming inside. She's

naked, tied face down on the bed.

An old guy with a whip

stands over her,

and goddamn if he isn't doing a

line of cocaine off her ass.

A line the size of a deer antler. You

kick in the door, pull out your gun,

and say, "Sir, I am a lieutenant in the

American Air Force. Put down that whip."

Then the girl comes flying out and stabs

him in the throat with a kitchen knife,

and blood squirts everywhere. And

you leave his body to the wolves.

Her name's Marge. She tells you you're

the greatest man she's ever met.

You end up falling in love.

Goddamn if a meteor doesn't

come flying from the sky

and crash right next to your cabin. Oil

starts shooting out 100 years high.

- What's going on?

- Sir, please move back.

"Honey" you ask her,

"you own this land?"

"No, we own this land."

She says and hugs you.

"Goddamn." you say.

"We're gonna be millionaires."

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