That Boy From Trash Town
“Alvo, listen …. Damn it, kid, would you shut up and listen for a minute!" “Assured that he had finally gained the fifteen-year-old’s attention, Dean leaned back in his chair and relaxed his shoulders relax a little. "I'm your lawyer,” he said slowly, calmly. "And what’s more important, I outweigh you by at least fifty pounds. Be smart for once in your life and listen to me. I don't care if the guards are a bunch of retarded sleazes, like you say. They’re in control, Alvo. They have the power. F...ight them and you’ll only hurt yourself. Word is, they’re ready to start pumping you full of Ritalin. So unless you can fake them into believing you’re a civilized member of … What? What did you say?”
When Alvo repeated his opinion of civilization, Dean laughed. "You have a warped sense of humor, kid. I like that. But I'm afraid my opinion isn't shared by the guardians of the law who have to put up with you on a daily basis. Come on how, you've got a brain.MoreLess
When Alvo repeated his opinion of civilization, Dean laughed. "You have a warped sense of humor, kid. I like that. But I'm afraid my opinion isn't shared by the guardians of the law who have to put up with you on a daily basis. Come on how, you've got a brain.MoreLess
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