the boss told me the fag hit man from the north side's in the bathroom
while he palmed me a gram
I palmed him a hundred
so you better be careful the boss said Jimmy ain't forgiven you yet and the little fella's tougher than a Boon's Farm hangover
blah blah blah I said
the fag hit man strolled out of the bathroom in a splashy red three piece suit and winked at me
I smiled
I gotta go I got shit to do I said
watch your ass the boss said and laughed
yeah always I said and hit the swinging door
the rain smelled cold
my jacket was at home
my car was in the junk yard
I walked down twenty first into the fucking wind
with eyes in the back of my head
burning at both ends
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