"Mister. Mister. Get over here. Yeah, you, with the short hair and crazy eyes. C'mere. I got somethin' for ya to put in that notebook you're always scribblin' in. Wanna know something? I'll tell you something. Heaven. Heaven. Got me? Heaven? Heaven is just a bus stop in Hell, my friend. Just a run down, bullet-hole ridden bus stop at the end of a defunct line of transportation. Sure is. There's where you'll find the angels cowering. There's where you'll find your God, blacked out under a newspaper. There's you're Heaven. Write that in your notebook. Sure. Write that right down."

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