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“ Bring me a cup of coffee ”

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     _{“Get the fuck out of my church
        before you lose the only jewels
        you got.”}

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        _{“-Seek forgiveness for your sins
               and you shall be saved. Fail
             to do so and you will be damned
             to hell for all eternity. Confess your
             sins to me and I shall set you free.”}

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   <sub>Aw hell naw. 

   Today has been one of them days-the kind that’s got Genesis all riled up and bustin’ around inside of Jesse Custer. It started early in the am, when the neighbors in the room next to his in the motel started off an early round of fightin’, then extended it’s displeasure into some jack shit that cut him off on his way out of Austin. Them fancy sports cars and their shitty polo-club type fathers with a secret kiddy porn stash were all the same kind of righteous bitch, the kind that didn’t take into account of anything else. And now, to top off his fantastic evening, he’s gotten himself mixed up in some shit bar with some even shittier excuses of racist assholes.</sub>

     _{Needless to say, the preacher and his supernatural innards let loose the steam that’d been curling up inside them all afternoon.}

     _{With the last of the KKK Harley Boys rounded knocked out or told off, Jesse is burning with foul fuel-raging himself into another bender of the night. He takes a swing at one of them assholes still standing, knocking him down cold before reaching for a stranger out of the corner of his eye-pulling them up by their shirt front.}

              _{“Now listen here-I’ve had about enough of you
                bastards with your dicks out-so I ain’t sure you’re
                gonna be as lucky as the rest of them if ya take a 
                swing at me.”}

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 _Monday.

_{The sun is hot, beating down across the blacktop in great rolling heatwaves from the melting tar. The ol’ truck has finally crapped out between Texas and New Mexico, and the flat strip of desolate h i g h w a y doesn’t offer a single glimpse of any motherfucker traveling towards or away from them.}

_{Custer kicks the wheel with the toe of his boot-so much for heading out to California for a makeshift vacation. Just a breath of fresh air, a place for the newly appointed Sheriff to catch a break before heading back out on the run again. But that motherfucker upstairs sure wants to fuck with him again it seems, by cutting his plans down.} 

      _{❛Well we ain’t going nowhere in the ol’ piece of shit.❜}

_{He exhales and slides down the shady side of truck bed and reaches in his pocket for a pack. It’s empty, o f c o u r s e, and he’s about two seconds away from just flat out pissing off and wandering into the sand to die.}

        _{❛ Ain’t any smokes neither,❜  he curses, tossing the empty pack off into the sand.}

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     _{“-Mornin’..”}

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  _{“-Well shit, y’ ain’t even gonna let me
     have a smoke before y’ start in on
     me are ya? The fuck you want, kid?”}

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    _{“Now look here-
      this is a church meal
      ain’t no need for any
      of that violence. No
      one here gonna hurt ya.”}

    _{“Which of ya
       hooligans keeps stealin’
       my bible out t’truck?”}

   _{“–’he fuck happened to
     virtue and penance on Sundays
     ‘nstead of all this fucking ‘n sin shit.”}