jovanka

I'm off to the Bike show today..yay! Gonna go see all the new 2003 goodies. I'll take some pics of the really sexy sport bikes. Its always fun to go to those and fuck people up. They always assume I know nothing about bikes or that I'm there with my boyfriend or some bullshit and then I rip em a new asshole...GOD I LOVE DOING THAT TO STUPID PEOPLE! I'm so looking forward to belittling those men (they are always men), kicking them in the face and laughing as I walk away....


VOICE
Are you ready to be fucked, man?

They both look up.

Quintana, on his way out, looks down at them from the lip of the lanes. Over his polyester all-in-one he now wears a windbreaker with a racing stripe and "Jesus" stitched on the breast. He is holding a fancy black-and-red leather ball satchel (perhaps a Sylvia Wein). Behind him stands his partner, O'Brien, a short fat Irishman with tufted red hair.

QUINTANA
I see you rolled your way into the semis. Deos mio, man. Seamus and me, we're gonna fuck you up.

DUDE
Yeah well, that's just, ya know, like, your opinion, man.

Quintana looks at Walter.

QUINTANA
Let me tell you something, bendeco. You pull any your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the lanes, I'll take it away from you and stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger til it goes "click".

DUDE
Jesus.

QUINTANA
You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus.

Jesus walks away. Walter nods sadly.

WALTER
Eight-year-olds, Dude.