“Say again! How the f-ck we get fired?” Laramie on the phone to Frank Lynn.
“Man, it was partly all that bullshit you pulled… and partly this repo’s old man making me crash the car into the…
“… hold on, Laramie, hold on. I’m walkn’ up to the car wash where we lost the table. Gotta go pay my respects.”
Earlier that day:
“That the place?”
“Yeah, that’s the place, man. *Whoa*.”
“Drive into it. Right through the f-cking window, and fast. Or I’ll put two rounds in the back of your skull, and do it myself.”
Frank saw his life flash before him, just like he did day before yesterday’s yesterday, Wednesday I think we determined. Syncronicity, carma, call it what you like. He floors it into the object.
Sunklands 