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One of the great ad libs. I cannot take credit for this line, none of the writers can, on the walk away. That’s all Wendell.
I can’t teach that one in film school, when I teach the writing— when I have the writing seminars I have to give it up. I didn’t write that, it was just too perfect.
- David Simon, Boys of Summer episode commentary.
I ain’t never put my gun on nobody that wasn’t in the game.
All this death, you don’t think it ripples out? You don’t even know what the fuck I’m talking about. I was a few years ahead of you at Edmondson, but I know you remember the neighborhood, how it was. We had some bad boys for real. Wasn’t about guns so much as knowing what to do with your hands. Those boys could really rag. My father had me on the straight. But, like any young man, I wanted to be hard too. So I’d turn up at all the house parties where the tough boys hung. Shit, they knew I wasn’t one of them. Them hard cases would come up to me and say, “Go home, schoolboy, you don’t belong here.” Didn’t realize at the time what they were doing for me. As rough as that neighborhood could be, we had us a community. Nobody, no victim, who didn’t matter. And now all we got is bodies, and predatory motherfuckers like you. And, out where that girl fell, I saw kids acting like Omar. Calling you by name. Glorifying your ass. Makes me sick, motherfucker, how far we done fell.
A gap that needed filling. Thanks, Matt Powell.
BUNK: [types in “Peanut” in database] 89? And that’s just the ones with Westside addresses.
VERNON: Man, you got to narrow that shit down. Find some way to work with all them “Peanuts.”
BUNK: Motherfucker, do I look like George Washington Carver?
BUNK: “He was my dawg, man. I ain’t sleep since I capped his ass. Looking up at me all bloody and shit. He had much love for me, even then. I ain’t never gonna find another. Boo hoo hoo”
CHEESE: Man, y’all some cold-ass motherfuckers, man.
(via It’s all Bunk. | completely cauchy.)
I have some pretty amazing friends who make incredible things.
