“She never said ... did ... did you try counseling?”
“Man, I did that for a year. Fuckin shrink said I killed these kids and a mama-san. Said I repressed it and it comes outta me making me act like that.”
“Did you?”
“Man, I don’t fuckin know. But I know I can’t go there and do it again. I should go back though. It’s late but I could still bring in some sap. Time to go back, Man. Time to go back.”
“We’re goin back.”
“We’re goin back, Man.”
“Man, we’re goin back.”
“You shittin me. Sides, I can’t go back. I gotta go maple syrupin.”
“Syrupin?” “Wildman” David Coffee crawled over to Tony. “Syrupin!”
“What the f**k! Okay. There ain’t no fuckin syrup this year anyway.”
“Count in the Twenty-Fifth,” Frankie “The Kid” Denahee said.
“Big Red One,” said Sheldon “Fuzzy” Golan.
“One-Oh-Worst
