Shit.
he called it off because he didn't want to be the driver. he wanted to be the point man. I told him, I don't have a license; you got a car and a license. he said, being the driver's boring. he said, I wanna be the one that goes in.
Katie was being snobby. she said, that may be the dumbest plan ever. she also said, If I'm risking my job, and probably going to jail, I want at least 75%. we told her, you're nuts, you can get 50. that's it. after a tug o war we got her down to 65%. said, you know we gotta go for more money now. whatever, she said.
goddamn it was so simple. walk in. wait in line for Katie. spray her with the zombie juice. she acts catatonic as she grabs the huge amount of money. she passes out, soon after, the cops let her go, because her blood says she'd been drugged. she took a date-rape pill 20 minutes before we get to the bank. says someone sprayed her with something and she can't remember anything else. zombie juice is basically tap water and cortizone. she meets us later, and we go to mexico.
and I could be on the beach instead of these goddamn fireants eating my balls.
she said, I'm doing all the work, you ain't doin shit. maybe. she said, how do I know you're even going to pick me up? How do I know you're not just gonna skip out with all the $$$? whatever Katie, you know you can trust us. She said, I just met y'all, and I think y'all are gonna use me.
we did want to use her. when we met her, at Dave's, it was an all-out cock fight between Doc and I. we both wanted to sleep with her, and a sharp broad like Katie can smell that through the tequila and marlboro reds even in a sweaty underground bar like Dave's.
said she'd never been to a cock fight. told her she was in the middle of one right then.
Doc and I decided we needed another plan. the water-cortizone zombie juice plan was a little far fetched. said it'd get us onto America's Dumbest Criminals.
There's others. lot's of plans. now we're in Georgia. Big Tim's Hog Dog Triangle. we pick up the hogs from Patchie, a big ass indian down outsida Dallas, GA. we drive em up to the Links by Nagadotches. we take the dead dogs down to Chimney Rocks. it's a dirt-mud-dust-and-blood job. ever get fire-ants in your gloves? just don't scratch your balls. like to see you try all hot and sweaty durin that hog dog season heat.
now i'm between Links and Chimney Rocks. at the Riverside Motel. TV says some bank got hit for half a million dollars. fourth one in two months. on the security tape they got some sharp broad walk up to the teller, spray him with what the media's callin 'zombie juice'. poor teller's stumblin to the cash-stash. say the government knows nothin about mind control substances, but the media ain't buyin. crowds protesting, calling it inhumane, say they're usin it on terrorist detainees. say the zombie-woman is an ex-CIA operative. World’s Dumbest Criminals my ass.
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