Candy is an old, disabled man who has just had a tragic event happen
I got hurt four years ago. They’ll can me pretty soon. Jest as soon as I can’t swamp out no bunkhouses they’ll put me on the county. Maybe if I give you guys my money, you’ll let me hoe in the garden, even when I ain’t no good at it. And I’ll wash dishes and little chicken stuff like that. But hell, I’ll be on our own place. I’ll be let to work on our own place. (Miserably.) You seen what they done to my dog. They says he wasn’t no good to himself or nobody else. But when I’m that way nobody’ll shoot me. I wish somebody would. They won’t do nothing like that. I won’t have no place to go and I can’t get no more jobs.
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