Hard Boiled Sweets Page #2

You know what I mean?

'Course you don't.

How could you?

You've never been somebody.

Not like me.

Shrewd Eddie

rambles, and I play along.

The obedient girlfriend,

the happy lover.

Thrilled by his every word,

honored that he chooses me

to bore with them.

Boss, car's ready when you are.

Come on then,

let's do the rounds.

Good day to make money.

I nod and smile

in all the right places.

I feed his ego.

Then I feed it some more.

And some more again, all the

time hoping he'll choke on it.

That's him. Shrewd Eddie.

He runs this town.

So you come down here,

you play on a slot machine,

you pick up a whore,

you buy some pills,

then you're helping

him get richer.

He gets 10% of everything

that happens here.

Everybody pays?

Yeah. Everyone pays.

Last fella who didn't went for a

swim off the end of the pier.

Only he didn't get very far.

Word is Eddie strapped him up

with some old car wheels

instead of armbands.

That's the rumor

doing the rounds anyway.

Are you thinking

what I'm thinking?

Probably not.

What the f*** you

looking at, old school?

You.

You're a good-looking boy.

Do you know that?

Whatever, Nancy.

No, no, no, I like

girls me, don't worry.

What about you?

You got a girl?

I see.

You and Leroy. Right.

How does that work, if you

don't mind me asking?

Is one of you the b*tch,

one the daddy?

Or do you take it

in turns and stuff?

What I just can't

get my head around is,

what is it about the taste of

semen you boys find so appealing?

I'm not gay, you get me?

I got a girl, no messing.

You keep this up and I'm a pop

you right here, you understand?

Oh, you ain't going to kill

me, Jermaine, come on.

Oh, yeah?

At least not till

I got all the money.

Maybe then you'll kill

me, but not before.

You do that, Leroy will

get the right hump.

No matter how

good-looking you are.

Just don't keep riding me,

for real.

I got a limit

and youse is

right there, inn it?

All right, Eddie.

All right, Dean.

How you doing?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Can't complain.

Get in here a minute.

Rest your feet up.

Phew!

You look well, Eddie.

Thanks, sweetheart, thanks.

Listen, I hate to be the

one to tell you, but...

Tell me what?

Honestly,

you're not looking too hot.

Is everything all right?

What is it?

You said I could come to you

if I had any problems?

Yeah, sure, that's

what I'm here for.

Yeah, well, I only tell you this

'cause it affects you, right?

Now, I know Gerry

knocks a little bit back

from what all of us

girls earn to you.

But the thing is, Eddie, he's taking

a liberty with the free samples.

Now I don't mind giving it,

hell, you know that.

But this is like two or three times

an afternoon. It's after work.

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