Death Warrant Page #3

My wife. We like to read a lot.

Sh*t. The only thing I read

is girly magazine letters.

Get back.

Listen to this one.

"Dear Sirs.

I never thought this would happen to me,

but I was workin' the late shift...

when this big-titted mama comes up to me."

You think any of this stuff

ever really happens?

- Don't know.

- Never happened to me.

Hawkins... you know him?

Thanks.

Hello, guys. You miss me?

It's the Lone Ranger.

Hi-ho, Silver. What's up, Kimosabe?

The man just waltzes right on in here...

visits with the happy, old negros.

You're Lobo, Burke. You know that.

- I'm Lobo?

- Yep.

You know how wolves stake out

their territory pissin' on things?

I figure you pissed on

just about everything around here.

- You know everything, right?

- Been here a long time.

What are you in for?

Murder.

Let me guess.

You're innocent, right?

I choked the son of a b*tch

just as sure as I'm sittin' here.

Been here over ten years.

That's a long time...

to be rollin' smokes

and countin' cockroaches.

What's that?

Makin' shot for zip guns.

Scary times. People gettin'

spiked in the head and sh*t.

Gotta learn to defend yourself...

- So you don't get dusted.

- I heard that, man.

You probably figure I owe you something

'cause of what you did the other day.

Barrett... who killed him?

He was my friend.

Let me tell you something.

I don't owe you jack sh*t.

You wanna know what happened

to your friend? See the Priest.

The Priest?

That's all I'm sayin'.

I'm tellin' you, the lower you go,

the funkier it gets in this place.

Down where we're goin',

the guards won't even come down here.

This guy I'm gonna introduce you to...

Priest, man. He's part f***in' snake.

I know you think I'm shittin' you,

but I'm not.

Wait till you see his eyes.

Don't look at 'em too long.

It gives me the f***in' creeps.

You gotta cover your ass down here,

and I mean that literally.

It's gonna blow your mind, man.

You gotta see this.

What?

What are you talkin' about?

- Look, that's not the deal we made.

- Priest...

Listen! Look.

I want my stuff now.

Like I started saying before...

Priest, this is Burke.

Yeah.

I heard you went airborne on Perez.

You want a lady?

He thinks he's too good for me.

What's wrong with my ladies?

Nothing.

I just need some help.

I help lots of people.

I get Jersey hormone pills.

Is that the kind of help you want?

Alvin Barrett... who killed him?

Someone punched a hole in his head.

Why?

I can't just tell you these things.

I give you a little, you taste it.

That's how things work.

You could talk to Myerson,

Barrett's former cell mate.

He's in solitary now...

but he works in the infirmary,

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