As I was walking along one of LA's narrow sidewalks the other day I could hear the conversation of the two guys ambling ahead of me.
"He shot me in the stomach and I flew back 20 feet. So I turned around. I aimed at both his shoulders. I tried to blow out his pelvis and I aimed at his pecker. This is lying down, you know."
Aware that I was fast coming up behind them they stood aside to let me pass, and I heard the bigger guy go on: "I got both his shoulders. I got an inch above his pelvis and half an inch above his pecker."
By then I'd steamed out of earshot.
But what got me, I have to say, is once more that strange American conjunction of violence and courtesy. It does my head in.
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Aware that I was fast coming up behind them they stood aside to let me pass, and I heard the bigger guy go on: "I got both his shoulders. I got an inch above his pelvis and half an inch above his pecker."
By then I'd steamed out of earshot.
But what got me, I have to say, is once more that strange American conjunction of violence and courtesy. It does my head in.
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