True West

So they take off after each other straight into an endless black prairie. The sun is just comin’ down and they can feel the night on their backs. What they don’t know is that each of ’em is afraid, see. Each one of them separately thinks that he’s the only one that’s afraid. And they keep ridin’ like that straight into the night. Not knowing. And the one who’s chasin’ doesn’t know where the other one is taking him. And the one who’s being chased doesn’t know where he’s going…

Sam Shepard

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  1. Jeg syndes nu ikke Tue West er så slem igen. Han skriver, efter mening, nogle ret fine tekster, og så er han da, om ikke andet, en dygtig musiker. I modsætning, skulle vi sige, ham der Rasmus Knastør.

  2. Det må du aldrig gøre igen, Jens! Jeg troede et øjeblik, der stod Tue West.

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