Sanka Coffie: I’m the driver. Irv: You’re not.... -

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Sanka Coffie: I’m the driver.
Irv: You’re not. You’re the brakeman.
Sanka Coffie: You don’t understand, I am Sanka Coffie, I am the best pushcart driver in all of Jamaica! I must drive! Do you dig where I’m coming from?
Irv: Yeah, I dig where you’re coming from.
Sanka Coffie: Good.
Irv: Now dig where I’m coming from. I’m coming from two gold medals. I’m coming from nine world records in both the two- and four-man events. I’m coming from ten years of intense competition with the best athletes in the world.
Sanka Coffie: That’s a hell of a place to be coming from!

November 10

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