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A politics, if you will.
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A literature of protest.
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A novel of ideas.
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A pornographic magazine of
truly comic-book proportions.
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It is in the end whatever
the hell I want it to be.
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And when I'm through with it
it's gonna blow a hole this wide...
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straight through
the world's idea of itself.
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They're throwing
bottles at your house.
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Come on,
let's go break their arms.
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No!
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I don't want trouble.
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Once, I forget where I was,
Central America, maybe...
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somewhere hot.
Stupid job, bad pay.
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Dangerous location, the water was
so foul they wouldn't piss on it.
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A crowd of drunken motherfuckers,
hired by the local drug cartel...
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shows up at my hotel room and
threatens to tear me limb from limb.
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And I say:
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"Listen, 'hombres'...
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You got me outnumbered 4 to 1.
You're gonna kill me here tonight...
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and not a soul in this dimly-lit
world is gonna notice that I'm gone.
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But one of you...
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one of you is gonna have
his eye torn out."
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Period.
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Silence.
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I repeat myself.
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"One of you jerks, is gonna have
his eye ripped out of its socket.
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I promise. It's a small thing,
perhaps, all things considered.
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But I will succeed.