LGDI - (HSG Synd.#004) - Portrait of a Suicide

Personal notice, dangerous my stockin' trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Write full details. You know something, friend? You look lousy with that gun in your back.

Of course, if you're tryin' to cure your lumbago the hard way, forget I told you. However, if that gat's starting to make a bad impression, why not remove it the easy way? Let George do it.

You'll get rid of it or your money back. George doesn't mind taking chances. He figures the odds this way. If he does a job, he's money ahead. If he doesn't, you won't be around to collect anyway, so why worry?

On the other hand, everybody doesn't have your problem. Take Ole Miss Distango, for instance. To look at him as he drives down a back country road, you'd never think he had a care in the world.

Oh, carry me back to Virginia. Uh, it's where they... Hey, what? Hey! Hey, hey, you! Get away from there, lady! Look out! And get away from that railing. Don't you know there's a river down there?

What do you think? Like a woman! Kate! Oh, holy smoke. You're Mrs. Blair, ain't you? Who do you think I'd be? A water spry? Well, well, I'm sorry, but... Gee, I seen you there by the railing.

I mean, it's a good 35-foot drop, you know. And this bridge ain't been repaired for years. I know, I know. And you're out delivering milk. No, no, no, no. Don't look over. You'll get dizzy.

Well, I sure didn't mean to fengen in a way. It's my view as it is yours, isn't it? Here. I'll give you right over to your place if you like. Let go of me. You're that's all.