Herman. hey, sonny!" "what-s up pops?" "how-d you like a nice little job?" "ah, hell no!" "what? you don-t want a nice little job?" "what the fuck for? my old man, he was from Jersey, he worked all his damn life and after that we buried him with his own money, ya know what he had left?" "what?" "15 cents and the end of a drab dull life." "but don-t you want a wife, a family, a home, respectability" a new car every 3 years?" "I don-t want no grind, daddy-o, don-t put me in no flip-out cage.
I just want to laze around.
what the shit." "Danforth, run this bastard through the wringer and make those screws tight!" Danforth grabbed the subject but not before Telleman yelled "up your old mother-s bunghole-" "and squeeze ALL THE GUTS OUT OF HIM, ALL OF THE GUTS! do you hear me?" "aw right, aw right!" answered Danforth.
shit, sometimes I think you got the easy end of the stick!" "forget sticks! squeeze the guts out of him.
Nixon might end the war-" "there you go talking that nonsense again! I don-t think you been sleeping good, Bagley.
something wrong with you." "yeah, yeah, you-re right! insomnia.
I keep thinking we should be making soldiers! I toss all night! what a business that would be!" "Bag, we do the best with what we can, that-s all." "aw right, aw right, you run him through the wringer yet?" Danforth brought Herman Telleman back.
