Wednesday, January 25, 2006

A conversation I once had with a convicted double-murderer

HIM: C’mere, kid.

ME: May I help you?

HIM: I need a fuckin’ cigarette. You got any cigarettes, kid?
Help a guy out.

ME: I’m sorry, you can’t smoke in here.

HIM: Ahhh, fuck your rules, alright? You saying you ain’t
got any cigarettes?

ME: I don’t smoke. But even if I did I couldn’t give them
to you.

HIM: Couldn’t my ass. Wouldn’t is more like it. Bunch of
bullshit, is what I think.

ME: It’s not my rule.

HIM (walking away): Forget it, kid. I see how it is around