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.Could only get bundles, but itll do for now.I can get weight like that so that we can doalright.But only in bundles.Tyrone shrugged, Betteran nothin jim.You aint shittin.At least until we canget back into real business.What happened with you? Sheeit, Tyrone chuckled and shook his head,Them two mutha fuckas, The Beas, bus me jim.He giggled then told Harry the story.He finished a fewminutes before they got to his pad.When the cab stopped he thanked Harry again and they gave eachother five, and he split.He was still feeling the closeness he felt for Harry when he saw him waiting forhim as he stepped through the doorway, a closeness that increased as they shared the cab.It felt warmand good.He wasnt going to be like that old man.He had some good friens man.He an Harry be tightjim, real tight.He thought of how Harry got his ass right down to the jail, but his mind kept going backto the old man too.Everytime he tried to keep that good feeling going through him by thinking of howHarry got him out of the slammer, his mind pushed that aside and filled him with a picture of the oldman.Sheeit, fuck you ol man.Ah aint no fuckin dopefien.You is a stoned out hope ta die dopefien.Ahm jus a dude what doan want no hassles an havin a good time an gettin some bucks together so wecan get a pound a pure an then go into a little business.Yeah, me an mah fox jim.Alice was all overhim when he got in the door, O baby, ah was so afraid they gonna keep you there all night; and Tyronefile:///D|/Documents and Settings/René/Bureaublad/Selby/SELBY_JR.,_Hubert_-_Requiem For A Dream.html (86 of 132)9-4-2005 20:39:44Hubert Selby Jr.- Requiem for a Dreamhugged and kissed her an they smiled and laughed for a moment, then Tyrone started for the bathroom,Ah need a little tase baby.git the tase a that jail out a mah pretty little mouth.He didnt know why, but Harry felt disturbed on the way back to his place.He couldnt really latch on towhat it was or why.It was something like a memory that was trying to come back but wasnt quitemaking it an he was trying to push it so he could find out what it was, but the more he pushed the more ithid behind the corner and got lost in the darkness.He kept directing his mind to the fuckin cops whostole their dope and their bread, but another part of his mind, just like Tyrones, kept wanting to look atthe old man, and Harry would shake his head, inwardly, an once again fix his mind on the fuckin copsbut his head was persistent and kept shoving the image of the old man in front of him and Harry keptturning his back on him and wrinkling his face in disgust, How could anybody let themselves get to bethat low for krists sake? If I ever got to be half that bad I/d fuckin kill myself.Shit! and he frownedagain in disgust.When he got back to Marions he told her about the bust and the old man, and shesmiled, Well, one just doesnt get to meet a better class of people in places like that, and then shechuckled.Harrys face relaxed slightly, then he chuckled too.Marion dismissed the old man with a waveand a nod, Hes so obviously Freudian that its pathetic.I mean that business about women.Obviously henever did sublimate his oedipal complex and it made him an addict.That way he can claim not to beinterested in women without accepting the fact that hes afraid of them.Probably impotent.I/ll bet youanything hes impotent and that's why hes so afraid of them.So he becomes an addict.Obvious.Reallypathetic.Harry chuckled then laughed.He didnt know why, but what Marion was saying made him feelbetter.Maybe it was the way she looked and waved her hand around, but whatever it was he feltsomething draining out of him, and whatever it was was being replaced with a sense of relief.Hecontinued to smile as he listened and watched.What really annoys me, I mean what really galls me arethe cops.Typical fascist pigs.Theyre the same cops that killed the students at Kent State, that torturepeople in Korea and South Africa.Its the same mentality that built the concentration camps.But try andget these stuffed middle-class ooooo, it just infuriates me.We would be watching the news and beseeing the cops beating people over the head with their clubs and my mother and father would claim itwasnt really happening or they were some sort of hippie degenerate commies.Thats the big thing withthem.Everybodys a commie.Talk about freedom and human rights and youre a commie.All they wantto talk about is the sacred right of the stockholder and how the police protect our property.She tooka deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, then looked at Harry, You know, if I were to tell themabout this theyd say it didnt happen, that I just made it up.She shook her head, It just amazes me howblind some people can be to the truth.Its right there in front of them and they dont see it.It just amazesme.Yeah, its weird.I dont know how they do it.Harry got up, Comeon, lets have a taste of that new shitbefore I get to work.Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur had passed.Sara knew it was going to be a good year.She followed astrict observance of Yom Kippur for the first time since she didnt know when.Not even a glass of teashe had.Only water.And her pills.Medicine she figured was different.It wasnt food.And it came froma doctor so it was medicine.But she fasted and atoned.She thought of Harry and a sadness flowed overher.She prayed for him.Again.How many times.She prayed she would see him.She would see him afile:///D|/Documents and Settings/René/Bureaublad/Selby/SELBY_JR [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]