We went through all this fuckin trouble and someones skimming us

I find myself in somewhat of a funk. And not of the kind invented and mastered by such brilliant artists as James brown and George clinton but rather of the meloncholy nature. Not really a profound crushing sense of defeat, more of a subtle, general feeling of loathing. Oh well what are you gonna do. I was just thinking about goodfellas and what a brilliant and hilarious film it truly is. There are plenty of brilliant scenes in it but I think one of my favorites is after Deniro, pesci, and Ray liotta have beaten the shit of the guy in the club and stop of at Joe pesci's mothers house to get a knife. They end up awakening her and despite Pesci's plea that she go back so sleep she ends up inviting them in and making them all food as she hasn't seen pesci in a long time. As they are eating she ends up showing them one of her paintings. It is a portrait of an old man and two dogs going the other way. "One dogs going this way and other dogs going the other way and this guys like 'hey what do you want from me?" Pesci comments. "It looks like someone we know." Deniro comments as the painting bears a strong resemblence to the fellow presently in the back of their trunk.