it's a change.
sure.
a guy named koons. craig koons.
fuckin asshole, won't let me leave the halfway house.
i just want you to know, joe, how much i appreciate your care packages on the inside.
i just wanted you to know, they meant a lot.
well, what i wanna do is go back to work. but i got this koons prick deep up my ass. he won't let me leave the halfway house till i get some piece of shit job. my plans have always been to be part of the team again.
fine, now.
funny you should mention it. that's what your father and i been talkin about.
no. that your head's been up your ass. i walk through the door and joe says "vic, you're back, thank god. finally somebody who knows what the fuck he's doing. vic, vic, vic, eddie, my son, is a fuck up." and i say "well, joe, i coulda told you that." "i'm ruined! he's ruining me! my son, i love him, but he's taking my business and flushing it down the fuckin toilet!" i'm not tellin tales out of school. you tell 'im joe. tell 'im yourself.
you fuckin wish.
eddie, if i was a pirate, i wouldn't throw you to the crew.
i might break you, nice guy, but i'd make you my dog's bitch. you'd be suckin the dick and going down on a mangy t-bone hound.
craig koons.
he is a motherfucker. he won't let me leave the halfway house till i get some piece of shit job.
i wanna. but i gotta show this asshole i got an honest-to- goodness job before he'll let me move out on my own. i can't work for you guys and be worried about gettin back before ten o'clock curfew.
i don't wanna lift crates.
that's great, guy, thanks a bunch. when do you think you'll need me for real work?
what's the exposure like?
what's the cut?