But you gotta have friends–

Bats?

Jules (Pulp Fiction): I don’t wanna hear about no motherfuckin’ ifs. All I wanna hear from your ass is, “You ain’t got no problem, Jules. I’m on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the calvary which should be coming directly.”
Marsellus: You ain’t got no problem, Jules. I’m on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the Wolf who should be coming directly.

[Ed.:  Can anyone point me to the artist?]
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Raoul Duke

When I came to, the general back-alley ambiance of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul. How long had I been lying there? All these signs of violence. What had happened? There was evidence in this room of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 AD. What kind of addict would need all these coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed ketchup on the bureau? Maybe so. But then why all this booze? And these crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust? These were not the hoofprints of your average God-fearing junkie. It was too savage. Too aggressive. 

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  1 comment for “But you gotta have friends–

  1. fifi wang
    February 1, 2010 at 11:57 am

    workin’ on it..

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