Go home and sell half grams to your fucking relatives for all I care. No, I have always given you everything George, but. Who helped you make millions and millions of dollars? Me. when my friend Cesar wanted to slice your fucking throat? Me. Who introduce you to your *fucking* Columbian wife? Me. Yeah, I stole your California connection, so what? Who introduce you to Pablo Escobar, huh? Me. You went behind my back, you cut me out, you fucked me. What do you mean? Of course we are brothers, George. Unfortunately for you, the line you crossed was real and the plants you brought with you were illegal, so your bail is twenty thousand dollars. Gosh, you know, your concepts are really interesting, Mister Jung. I mean, you say I'm an outlaw, you say I'm a thief, but where's the Christmas dinner for the people on relief? Huh? You say you're looking for someone who's never weak but always strong, to gather flowers constantly whether you are right or wrong, someone to open each and every door, but it ain't me, babe, huh? No, no, no, it ain't me, babe. Because, when you think about it, what did I really do? I crossed an imaginary line with a bunch of plants. And I think it's illogical and irresponsible for you to sentence me to prison. Well, in all honesty, I don't feel that what I've done is a crime. Well, you're gonna have to stop slouching and stand up to address this court, sir.Īlright.

Your honor, I'd like to say a few words to the court if I may. George Jung, you stand accused of possession of six hundred and sixty pounds of marijuana with intent to distribute. Anyway, may the wind always be at your back, and the sun always upon your face, and may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars. Your the best, pop, just wish I could have done more for you, wish we had more time. Well old man, I'm 42 years old, and I finally realize what you were trying to tell me, so many years ago. You remember that? And remember that time when you told me that money wasn't real. And when I left for California only to come home with the FBI chasing me, and that FBI agent Trout had to kneel down to put my boots on and you said, 'That's where you belong you son of a bitch, puttin on Georgie's boots.' That was a good one Dad. And remember those home videos when mom would dress up like Loretta Young, barbeques and football games, ice cream, playing with the Tuna. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east. I thought you were the strongest man in the world. A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. I remember how important the job we did was, how if it wasn't for us, people would freeze to death.

was the biggest truck in the universe pop. I remember those Saturday mornings going to work with my dad, we'd climb into that big green truck. You know I remember a lifetime ago, when I was about 3 1/2 feet tall, weighing all of 60 pounds, but every inch your son.

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