location: under an awning at the san sebastian bus station
narrator:
the rain has been falling for days now. after polishing off a late dinner of lentils, garbanzo beans and roasted red peppers damon walks away from the bench, leaving gordo alone to deal with the old, salty man. the old, salty man looks deeply into gordo's eyes and mutters...
old, drunk, salty, bleary eyed, houndstooth covered man:
puta la madre....your friend is never coming back.......he's a fucking asshole......now can i have some of what's in that bottle? (pointing to the water bottle in gordo's hands, completely unaware that it is filled with tap water)
narrator: damon returns and the old, salty man slinks away in defeat. he later reappears to ask if any corn or tomatoes are to be found.
narrator:
the rain has been falling for days now. after polishing off a late dinner of lentils, garbanzo beans and roasted red peppers damon walks away from the bench, leaving gordo alone to deal with the old, salty man. the old, salty man looks deeply into gordo's eyes and mutters...
old, drunk, salty, bleary eyed, houndstooth covered man:
puta la madre....your friend is never coming back.......he's a fucking asshole......now can i have some of what's in that bottle? (pointing to the water bottle in gordo's hands, completely unaware that it is filled with tap water)
narrator: damon returns and the old, salty man slinks away in defeat. he later reappears to ask if any corn or tomatoes are to be found.
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