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"
Oh
yeah
?
I
give
you
the
twenty
,
how
do
I
know
you
don
’
t
yell
for
the
cops
?
How
do
I
know
your
7
-
foot
basketball
-
ass
brother
don
’
t
arrive
with
his
switchblade
?
"
"
$
20
first
.
And
don
’
t
worry
.
I
’
ll
suck
you
.
I
’
ll
suck
you
good
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
trust
you
,
whore
.
"
I
zipped
up
and
got
out
of
there
,
fast
,
I
went
down
all
those
cement
steps
.
I
reached
the
bottom
,
jumped
into
the
Volks
and
drove
back
to
my
place
.
I
started
drinking
.
My
stars
simply
weren
’
t
in
order
.
The
phone
rang
.
It
was
Bobby
.
"
Did
you
get
Iris
on
the
plane
?
"
"
Yeah
,
Bobby
,
and
I
want
to
thank
you
for
keeping
your
hands
off
for
a
change
.
"
"
Look
,
Hank
,
that
’
s
just
in
your
head
.
You
’
re
old
and
you
bring
all
these
young
chicks
over
,
then
you
get
nervous
when
a
young
cat
comes
around
.
Your
ass
gets
uptight
.
"
"
Self
-
doubt
.
.
.
lack
of
confidence
,
right
?
"
