Seedy Guy in Park:
Hello, sir, how are you today?
Bill Foster:
I'm doing alright. How about you?
Seedy Guy in Park:
Me, I'm terrible.
Bill Foster:
Sorry to hear that.
Seedy Guy in Park:
Yeah, I came down from Santa Barbara yesterday and this friend of mine wasn't home like I thought he was gonna be and he owes me some money so I thought I would have some money to get back home with. I'm almost out of gas, I had to sleep in my car last night. I don't suppose you have a couple of bucks you could give me? It would really help me out. If you give me your address, I'll mail it back, honest.
Bill Foster:
Let me see your driver's license.
Seedy Guy in Park:
What do you wanna see my driver's license for?
Bill Foster:
Look, you're from Santa Barbara, it'll have your address on it, won't it?
Seedy Guy in Park:
I don't have a driver's license.
Bill Foster:
You drove all the way from Santa Barbara without a license?
Seedy Guy in Park:
Are you a cop?
Bill Foster:
Let's see your car registration. Matter of fact, let's see your car.
Seedy Guy in Park:
All right! Forget it! OK, just forget it! That's a hell of a way to treat a vet, man.
Bill Foster:
You're an animal doctor?
Seedy Guy in Park:
No, a vet, a veteran. I was in 'Nam, man.
Bill Foster:
What were you, a drummer boy? You must've been 10 years old!
Seedy Guy in Park:
I meant the Gulf, I meant to say the Gulf. Jesus! Come on, all I'm asking for is a little change, I haven't eaten in 3 days.
[has been holding a half-eaten sandwich the whole time]
Seedy Guy in Park:
Well, I mean, except for this. Oh, fuck it! Come on, give me money, man! Just give me some money!
Bill Foster:
No.
Seedy Guy in Park:
How about the change in your pocket? I don't care if it's a dime, give it to me.
Bill Foster:
I'm not giving you any money.
Seedy Guy in Park:
You got a cigarette?
Bill Foster:
I don't smoke.
Seedy Guy in Park:
Oh, come on, man, you gotta give me something.
Bill Foster:
Why don't you try to get a job?
Seedy Guy in Park:
Hey, this is my park, I live here! Who the fuck are you, walking through my park, carrying two bags? You got two bags, I don't got any, is that fair? What's in those bags anyway, huh? Give me one of those bags. I could sell those bags and eat for a week with the money. Come on, you got two of them, what do you need two of them for?
Bill Foster:
You're right. Here.
[he gives him his briefcase]
Seedy Guy in Park:
Are you serious?
Bill Foster:
[walks away]
I don't need it anymore.
Seedy Guy in Park:
All right!
[he opens the briefcase. The only thing inside is a sandwich and an apple. Disappointed, he throws the apple in Foster's direction]
Seedy Guy in Park:
Son of a bitch!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:24