She’s a 40-foot diesel pusher. I’m in the catbird seat, I just need a fuckin parking spot.
Totally. Well, damnit, man, I don’t have one. I live in an apartment.
Still, what can you do?
Totally, I hear you. What can you do. I can imagine it’s tough.
No literally, I mean you, literally—what can you do? You have to have something better than “I live in an apartment.”
But—
You disappoint me.
Disappoint you? We just met twenty minutes ago. You can’t have one pint of beer and one cigarette with someone and be eligible for disappointment.
Someone somewhere made promises on your behalf that you’re not fulfilling.
Wait did you say she’s a 40-foot diesel pusher, or a 34?
40 feet of glory, kid.
Oh well in that case, I HAVE NOTHING FOR YOU.
You don’t have be so rude.
You said I disappointed you.
You did.
Give me my lighter back.
The Pusher, inside
