“But he don’t scare me,” The Kid said, as if the former topic of conversation had never lapsed. “Fuck no. He’s a hard baby, but The Kid has handled hard babies before. I shut em up and then I shut em down, just like The Boss says. You believe that happy crappy?”
“Sure,” Trash said.
“You dig The Boss?”
“Sure,” Trash said. He hadn’t the slightest idea who The Boss was or had been.
“Fuckin better dig The Boss. Listen, you know what I’m gonna do?”
“Go west?” Trashcan Man hazarded. It seemed safe.
The Kid looked impatient. “After I get there, I mean. After. You know what I’m gonna do after?”
“No. What?”
“I’m gonna lay low for a while. Check out the situation. Can you dig that happy crappy?”
“Sure,” Trash said.
“Fuckin A. Don’t tell me, I’ll fuckin tell you. Just check it out. Check out the big man. Then …”
The Kid fell silent, brooding over the top of his orange steering wheel.
“Then what?” Trashcan asked hesitantly.
“Gonna shut him down. Send him around dead man’s curve. Put him out to pasture on the motherfuckin Cadillac Ranch. You believe it?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“I’m gonna take over,” The Kid said confidently. “Gonna strip his gears and leave him at the Cadillac Ranch. You stick with me, Trashman or whatever the fuck ya call yaself. We ain’t gonna eat no pork and beans. We’re gonna eat more chicken than any man ever seen.”