this regular wasted guy comes into joe's garage and starts talking strangeness until i get the idea to note down the conversation, str8 from the horses mouth much verbatim. take the ellipsis as muttering.
I don’t believe in no fucking god. The worst thing ever.
Boom-Boom. …some whiskey? It’s non-alcoholic.
…you don’t smoke?
………you know what’s the hell in my life?
Fucking hell.
Like a child. A baby.
– it’s like them surgeons, all the fucking,,,
I’m frank. Nice meeting you.
- so this baby is like all open and born closed.
It lived through the surgery.
* heavy breathing *
what can I do?
I go to buy surgeons. I tell them to behave.
…
space is the place, Kai.
Are you ok?
According to what?
Sieg Heil!
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