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You know, I didn’t mean it.
I mean I don’t even really like this job.
It’s just one of those things you fall into. Who wants to be a long shore man? Or a grip for porno movies. I, I mean grip as in, you know, a stage hand, not “grip a cock” or “grip some titties.” Anyway, some of these gigs man, they just exist to catch star eyed disappointments.
A catchall for misfits.
I used to be a detective. No shit. Catch the bad guys and all that jazz. It was fun.
It was hell.
But, you can’t always win if you’re a good guy. Fuck, sometimes you can’t stay a good guy.
Dies are tossed, coins are flipped. Sometimes you’re the winner and sometimes you’re the fucked.
It’s just odds. Sooner or later, someone like you is going to think it’s a good idea to get something for nothing and run. Then I got to get my fat ass off the couch and find you.
It’s just nature man. The circle of life. You get born, you get pussy, you get greedy, you get shot.
Not like I got to tell you that right?
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