sure. after i'm dead they'll perform the autopsy.
guess not.
what did you expect?
what are you, my father?
you're hilarious. sit next to the speaker, you'll get used to it. after a while you'll be screaming play that funky music white boy.
hello, handsome. how'd you like to buy me a bottle of champagne?
forty dollars.
tall guy? sandy hair?
i had to swerve three times to get him.
so no bottle, then?
that's extra. and with that, she leans over and moulds her lips to his. time passes. these two know each other, it would seem. cory pulls away. jimmy smiles.
arrgh. i've had it to here.
he's nobody. i have to get ready to dance.
alex the pediatrician. they drink. and from this blissful affirmation of life we --
i can't believe it. the bastard split on me. i'm staying at a motel for a couple days. will you follow me?
hey, can't you fucking drive??