[after Dave comes in with blood all over him]
Dave:
So, I'm walking to my car, and this guy comes up to me and he asks for a light. I say I don't smoke. He says neither does he. So, my heart starts clocking a buck fifty, 'cause there's no one around but me and him.
Celeste Boyle:
[Celeste sits to bandage his stomach]
Oh, my God.
Dave:
So that's when I see the knife. He says, 'Your wallet or your life, bitch. I'm leaving with one of 'em.'
Celeste Boyle:
That's what he said?
Dave:
Yeah! So I try to brush past him, and that's when he slices me.
Celeste Boyle:
I thought you said that you swung on him first.
Dave:
Jesus, Celeste, can I tell the fuckin' story?
[She realizes now that he's crying]
Celeste Boyle:
I'm sorry, babe. Ssshh.
Dave:
I went fuckin' nuts on him, baby. I went off! I bashed his head on the parking lot. There was blood everywhere, and I might 'a' killed him!
Celeste Boyle:
Killed him!
[She sees that he's sobbing and stands up to hug him]
Celeste Boyle:
Ssshh.
Dave:
It makes you feel alone, you know, hurtin' somebody?
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