MCNULTY: So your boy's name is what?
WITNESS: Snot.
MCNULTY: Snot.
WITNESS: Huh.
MCNULTY: You called this guy snot?
WITNESS: Snotboogie, yeah.
MCNULTY: Snotboogie. He like the name?
WITNESS: What?
MCNULTY: Snotboogie.
WITNESS: What?
MCNULTY: Snotboogie.
WITNESS shrugs
MCNULTY: This kid, whose mama went to the trouble to christen him... Omar Elijah Davis, he comes out of the house one day, maybe six or seven years old, and, ah, you know, he forgets his jacket. And so his nose starts running. And some asshole, instead of handing him a Kleenex, he calls him Snot.
WITNESS: Huh.
MCNULTY: So he is Snot forever. Doesn't seem fair.
WITNESS: Life be that way, I guess.
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2 comentarios:
Esta verdad es tan profunda que pueden imprimirla en los papelitos de las galletas chinas.
Si te cuelgan una etiqueta ahí se queda para siempre.
Y si alguien le hubiera dado un kleenex en vez de ponerle ese mote a lo mejor no estaría muerto. Quién sabe.
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