XSal: -- told you not to bring trouble on yourself --
Lena: Yes, Sal.
Ana: They a dead kid on the roof. Knife wound.
Fausto: Murdoch's work then.
Ana: Which one was Murdoch? I hear the talkin', but I got to stay out of sight. I never see.
Fausto: Short dark kid. The drippin' blood part ain't his usual.
Ana: Huh. It always the little what are you doing with that gun?
Elroy: I coulda helped --
Ana: You do not touch the guns. You do not look at the guns. You do not think --
Elroy: I wasn't gonna hurt myself with it! I ain't dumb!
Ana: Hurt your -- Give me that! -- can't just find a Berthal 220 layin' in the dumpster unlike some people I could mention --
Fausto: Nod and smile, petit. Just nod and smile.
Lena: Yes, Sal.
Ana: They a dead kid on the roof. Knife wound.
Fausto: Murdoch's work then.
Ana: Which one was Murdoch? I hear the talkin', but I got to stay out of sight. I never see.
Fausto: Short dark kid. The drippin' blood part ain't his usual.
Ana: Huh. It always the little what are you doing with that gun?
Elroy: I coulda helped --
Ana: You do not touch the guns. You do not look at the guns. You do not think --
Elroy: I wasn't gonna hurt myself with it! I ain't dumb!
Ana: Hurt your -- Give me that! -- can't just find a Berthal 220 layin' in the dumpster unlike some people I could mention --
Fausto: Nod and smile, petit. Just nod and smile.
When last we saw.... Sal - Lena - Ana - Fausto - Elroy
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September 9, 2011
SPX is this weekend, and I'm of two minds about it. Basically, if I wake up tomorrow and think, 'Sure! I'll hop in the car with my four-month-old, drive six hours, and spend a day finding out how aforesaid infant reacts to insane crowds! Sounds perfect!', I'll be there. If I wake up sane, I won't. I give it about 50/50 odds. If you feel like putting your thumb on the scales (or will just, you know, be at SPX), hey, I have this comment section....
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