Jensen: [Aisha has the Losers in a Mexican standoff] Ohhhh... shit. She's got a gun and... it's pointed at my dick. Clay, it's pointed at my dick!
Pooch: Would you rather it was pointed at your face?
Jensen: I know it makes no sense, but yes!
[Aisha points her gun at Jensen's face]
Pooch: Better?
Jensen: Not really...
Clay: Where's your gun, Jensen?
Jensen: It's in the van.
Clay: What's it doing there?
Jensen: Not... much.
[Aisha rolls her eyes]
Roque: Will you two shut up?
Jensen: Well, what if it was pointed at YOUR dick?
[Aisha shoots Jensen in the arm]
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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