The Kid has euphemisms for everything. If he kills someone and dumps him in a well, he’s sent him to get a drink. If he buries someone, dead or alive, in some field, he’s sent him to count stars. If he shoots someone on a lightning mission, he’s detonated him. While death may be simple for most of us, it has many shades for the Kid. It’s like the Inuit with their many different words for snow. When the Kid tells stories of hits, he makes a shooting sound, plosive and strong, with his lips: Pop. Pop.
Martinez/Hollywood
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