Kenrick the dummy killed a woman and helped two dangerous convicts escape from prison last night ... and now he's supposed to have time for small talk? “No."
They rattle on about anything and everything, this pack of hobos. What a bunch of experts. Like they wrote a book about it or something? My head nods, my throat grunts, all just to be polite. This rickety old hulk we're in has been in motion for hours and hours. Must be near the border by now. There doesn't seem to be a leader here, but there's for sure one or two that dominate the conversation. A couple others get their comments in when they can, and the other two keep busy sucking on their gums and cheap wine.
"C'mon, boy! We'll show ya a bit'a dat thar Spanish. Uh-huh. Ya be speakin’ some right Spic talk when we get done wid ya.
