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It’s one of my favorite exchanges and I often feel in my own life. The idea that one can chop trees with blistered hands in the mud and heat but can also be amongst the civilized and well-heeled. That’s my interpretation.

Upon the arrival of those Bella Union cocksuckers.

Al: Cocksuckers. Where were they when Dan and me were chopping trees in this gulch, hands all blistered, buck-tooth fucking beavers rolling around in the creek, slapping their tails on the water like we was hired entertainment.

Trixie: I'd have paid a nickel to see you chopping wood.

Al: Yeah. Don't think I wasn't blow for blow with Dan. I can play that sh*t when I have to. But I've been to Chicago too."

I have been listening to Jim Garrison‘s book on Audible. I read it a couple of times back in the 90s, but apparently I was sleeping when I read one fact that I heard today that was literally a WTF moment. Agent James Hosty showed up at the Dallas Police Department and said he may know who the assassin might be and sent DPD out to find Oswald! He basically pinned it on Oswald. WTF?