第1个回答 2014-08-11
Bad luck, I guess. It floats around. It's got to land on somebody. It was my turn, that's all. I was in the path of the tornado. I just didn't expect the storm would last as long as it has. Think you'll ever get out of here? Me? Yeah. One day, when I got a long, white beard and two or three marbles rolling around upstairs. I tell you where I'd go. Zihuatanejo. Say what? Zihuatanejo. It's in Mexico. A little place on the Pacific Ocean. -You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? -No They say it has no memory. That's where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory. Open up a little hotel right on the beach. Buy some worthless old boat and fix it up new. Take my guests out charter fishing. Zihuatanejo. In a place like that, I could use a man that knows how to get things. I don't think I could make it on the outside. I been in here most of my life. I'm an institutional man now. Just like Brooks was. You underestimate yourself. I don't think so. In here I'm the guy who can get things for you, sure, but outside all you need is the Yellow Pages. Hell, I wouldn't know where to begin. Pacific Ocean? Shit. Scare me to death, something that big. Not me. I didn't shoot my wife,and I didn't shoot her lover. Whatever mistakes I made,I've paid for them and then some. That hotel, that boat I don't think that's too much to ask. You shouldn't be doing this to yourself. This is just shitty pipe dreams. Mexico is way down there and you're in here and that's the way it is. Yeah, right.That's the way it is. It's down there and I'm in here. I guess it comes down to a simple choice. Get busy living or get busy dying.本回答被提问者采纳