Enter, stage left: two technicians, MACOLM and JOSÉ.
MALCOLM: Damn, man, your ride be all busted up!
––I know. And to think I paid all that rent for a prime space in a guarded executive parking garage in the Financial District. How was I to know a bunch of traders hung out in here, drinking Pátron, bashing away with baseball bats?
JOSÉ: I hear they stole 'em from the skyboxes at Yankee Stadium.
MALCOLM (laughing): You kill me, man. You really do. A jalopy with a hood ornament from a Rolls. What are you frontin', man?
Friday, April 10, 2009
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