_ Howsaboy?
_ Do you ever leave?
_ The easy opening Ethiopean door, also known as ' la puerta de la muerta'.
_ I didn't realize that Ethiopes spoke Spanish.
_ It's little more than a curtain, through which thin, dead people pass silently into silence. They're dead, and deliciously thin - by any magazine's standards.
_ Hmmm...
_ Bastards and bitches; saints and sinners; sons and daughters... Drab, in a colorless sort of way; passing silently into silence, a silence from which there is no return. Not a yowl, nor a hoot; neither holler nor howdy... nothing. A cotton curtain, so certain of its place, caresses the formerly screaming hordes passing through its transparency; a deathly quiet hangs in the air. No one has ever complained; there are no neighbors...
_ You know what I like about this place? You don't smell that sickeningly noxious fryer grease that hangs in the air, like a viscous, humid cloud, in the more successful places. If I ever see a chicken wing in here, I'm gone. Hair-do destroying chicken jism encapsulated in airborne blobs of restaurant-quality grease... If I ever see a chicken wing in here, I'm history.
_ Leg man?
_ Ankle man.
_ Ankle man?
_ Ankle man. Leg man?
_ Leg man.
_ Same diff... Ever try red bush?
_ Pardon?
_ Rooibus tea. It's from South Africa. 'Rooi' - red; 'bus' - bush... It's to die for.
_ Isn't South Africa northern Antarctica?
_ No. The Antarctic is the northern North Pole. You get there by going north until you reach the North Pole, and then keep heading north. You'll eventually hit Antarctica.
_ Red bush?... I think I'll have some room-temperature ice water with about fourteen ounces of gin in it.
_ Nice choice.
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... Women... can't live without them
... Men... utterly redundant.
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