#147: A Way So Familiar explain

Hairy: I saw a cute girl outside the bank today. She looked nice.

Cueball: Oh no, not again. You are the worst judge of these things.

Hairy: But she was so sweet. Shy, but there was something in her eyes. A pain down in her soul, the same as the one down in mine.

Cueball: Mm hmm.

Hairy: The police light played through her mohawk like the sun setting through pine trees as she shoveled the third hooker into the trunk of the Camry…

Cueball: Back up.