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“Wait a minute,” Frankie said as he pulled another cigarette from his crumpled pack, “Alice don’t have no dog Bill, right?”
“Jesus Christ Frankie Can’t we go two fuckin minutes without you asking some stupid fuckin question?”
“Sorry Bill. I just wanted to know why we’re getting dog food when Alice don’t have no dog.”
“It don’t fuckin matter why Frankie. Now shut up and sit still.” I shoved my hand into my pocket and fingered a handful of bullets. Frankie sat with his mouth turned down and puffed away, the smoke trailed him like he was some train chugging across the open sands. “Shit man,” I sighed, “Gimme one of those.” He tossed his pack over and I pulled out his last smoke, lit it and took a drag as long as our drive. “Look. We ain’t gettin dog food. We ain’t getting anything. We’re gettin rid of somethin. Just some old shit I don’t need no more.” I let out a cloud of smoke and turned over a bullet with my fingers.
“Why didn’t you just say so Bill?”
“Cuz it didn’t fuckin matter what I’d of said, you was gonna come anyway.”
“I guess you’re right Bill.”
“Damn straight I am.”
“You know what?”
“Christ Frankie, what?”
“Most folks think I’m some sorta idiot, always asking questions they think I should know the answers to, and never thinkin to know what’s goin on. But not you Bill, not you. You always bring me along on all these drives, even if we’re just gettin rid of some shit like today, you always bring me along. Sorta always figured myself as your sidekick; Bill ‘n’ Frankie ridin the desert like a pair of tumbleweeds, always traveling but never gettin no where.”
“Jesus Christ Frankie Can’t we go two fuckin minutes without you asking some stupid fuckin question?”
“Sorry Bill. I just wanted to know why we’re getting dog food when Alice don’t have no dog.”
“It don’t fuckin matter why Frankie. Now shut up and sit still.” I shoved my hand into my pocket and fingered a handful of bullets. Frankie sat with his mouth turned down and puffed away, the smoke trailed him like he was some train chugging across the open sands. “Shit man,” I sighed, “Gimme one of those.” He tossed his pack over and I pulled out his last smoke, lit it and took a drag as long as our drive. “Look. We ain’t gettin dog food. We ain’t getting anything. We’re gettin rid of somethin. Just some old shit I don’t need no more.” I let out a cloud of smoke and turned over a bullet with my fingers.
“Why didn’t you just say so Bill?”
“Cuz it didn’t fuckin matter what I’d of said, you was gonna come anyway.”
“I guess you’re right Bill.”
“Damn straight I am.”
“You know what?”
“Christ Frankie, what?”
“Most folks think I’m some sorta idiot, always asking questions they think I should know the answers to, and never thinkin to know what’s goin on. But not you Bill, not you. You always bring me along on all these drives, even if we’re just gettin rid of some shit like today, you always bring me along. Sorta always figured myself as your sidekick; Bill ‘n’ Frankie ridin the desert like a pair of tumbleweeds, always traveling but never gettin no where.”