The way your Dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He’d be damned if any slope’s gonna put their greasy, yellow hands on his boy’s birthright, so he hid it in one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years he wore this watch up his ass. Then, he died of dysentery. He gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of metal up my ass two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. Now, little man, I give the watch to you.
The thing is, Butch, right now you got ability. But painful as it may be, ability don’t last. And your days are just about over. Now, that’s a hard motherf*****’ fact of life. But that’s a fact of life your ass is gonna have to get realistic about.
So, you’re gonna go out there and you’re gonna say, “Good night. I’ve had a very lovely evening.” Walk out the door, get in the car, go home, jerk off, and that’s all you gonna do.
Normally, both your a**es would be dead as f*****g fried chicken, but you happen to pull this s*** while I’m in a transitional period so I don’t wanna kill you, I wanna help you. But I can’t give you this case, it don’t belong to me. Besides, I’ve already been through too much s*** this morning over this case to hand it over to your dumb a**.
I’m prepared to scour the Earth for that motherf*****. If Butch goes to Indochina, I want a nigg* hiding in a bowl of rice ready to pop a cap in his a**.
Ezekiel 25:17.”The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.”
Did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits he is wrong, that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings?
Boxers don’t have an Old-Timers’ Day. You came close, but you never made it. And if you were gonna make it, you would have made it before now.
You’re judging this s*** the wrong way. I mean, it could be God stopped the bullets, or He changed Coke to Pepsi, He found my f*****’ car keys. You don’t judge s*** like this based on merit. Now, whether or not what we experienced was an according-to-Hoyle miracle is insignificant. What is significant, is I felt the touch of God. God got involved.