Sitting at my Ono Sendai

Somehow now he knows those things he needs to know
January 3, 2008, 5:03 am
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“Thanks for the screwdriver,” Chevette said. “I gotta go see a little black boy now.”
“Really? What about?”
“A van,” Chevette said.
“Girl,” he said, raising his eyebrows, “you deep.”

I <4 this book. Gibson is a genius. *keeps reading and feeling guilty*

[when entering a Bed&Breakfast]

“You have money?”
“A credit chip,” Rydell said.
“Any contagious diseases?”
“Are you a drug abuser?”
“No,” Rydell said.
“A drug dealer?”
“Smoke anything? Cigarettes, a pipe?”
“Are you a violent person?”
Rydell hesitate. “No.”
“More to the point, have you accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal savior?”
“No,” Rydell said, “I haven’t.”
“That’s good,” she said, turning down the propane-ring. “That’s one thing I can’t tolerate. Raised by ’em.”

Ditto…so very ditto. *applause*


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