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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Fucking Bowler Hat

"Listen, I'm a fucking millionaire, and I want to know where to get some heroin!"

What movie is this from?
My movie.

It goes on:

(Holding a 9mm pistol disturbingly aloft in left hand, swaying a bit) "...and I'm never going to eat food, or go near another woman again."

(La Chica, on the bed, frightened) "Whyy?" (and I wanna hear that second "y" — in tears.)

(Stops swaying, drops gun arm to side) "Why?" "You have the nerve to ask me why? Who the fuck are you, some drug dealer?!" (waves gun clumsily) "Why?" "You wanna know why, you fuckin' idiot?" "Because I don't deserve it!!!" "Any of it!!!!!" (his speech dissolves into tears there, while simultaneously, shakily, he empties about nine rounds into the person on the bed.)

(Stumbles around now, lazily turning the place for the stash, mumbles) "fucking idiot...."

From Fucking Bowler Hat, ©Wm. M. Berger 2009

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