What’s the point?

To what?

This deal.

It’s what we do.

We take money from people. Place it in our wallets, our bank accounts. Stuff it under mattresses . We spend it on foolish things. Booze, gifts for our wives, toys for kids. Meals out at restaurants we can’t really afford. So, I ask again. What’s the point?

I don’t know what you’re talking about. We live from day to day. Committing these sins. Why? ‘Cause we need to in order to survive. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be placed in this hell on earth. But this is the predicament we find ourselves in, now isn’t it.

Yes. Yes, it is. I don’t know if I want to be any part of it anymore. This American dream. I’d just as soon take my money and go elsewhere. Another table to gamble at.

Right. Either way, you have to throw the dice. It’s a big craps game. There’s no escape. You might as well stay where the dice are hot. Blow on them if you have to. Wish yourself all the luck you want. Come on, seven. Yeah?

I just don’t know what the point is anymore.

We don’t have time for that. America needs us. We keep this country going. Deals. Always making deals. That’s the point. That’s what this country is about.

Right. and I’m stuck in it. Stuck in the shit. Trying to claw my way out every day.

Take it easy. You think too much. You take it too hard. We have it easy compared to what? Mexico, Guatemala, the Phillipines? Living in some shack with fourteen kids running around, grandmothers, aunts, uncles, suffering in the heat and despair. Pipe down and do your job. And be thankful. For we are truly blessed.