Fat City Page #2

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Anglos don't want to pay

to see two colored guys fight.

They want to see a white guy fight.

This kid could develop.

Oh, you ought to see the reach on him.

And he's tall, you know?

If he put on some weight, he could turn

into a good-looking white heavyweight.

Oh, he could draw crowds someday...

if he ever learned how to fight.

Well, maybe he can

if he just listened to me...

and let me put

everything I know into him.

Sweetheart, you awake?

Who wants to go to work?

Onion toppers, 20 cents a box.

Tomatoes, 60 cents a box.

Tomatoes, over here.

Let's pick those cucumbers!

Twenty cents a box!

Who wants to go to work?

Let's go pick those melons.

Who wants to go to work?

Onion toppers, 20 cents a sack.

Melons. Come on,

let's go pick those melons.

Cucumbers, 20 cents a box!

How much per sack?

If a man wants to work,

he could make $15, $20 a day.

- How much per sack?

- Twenty cents.

Go on up.

Onion toppers over here.

Young feller like you

ought to have a proper job.

I had a job.

I just got fired.

What was it?

Maybe I can get it.

Fry cook.

Oh, I can't cook.

I can't either.

Worked my ass for eight bucks yesterday.

Good God. Here I am in this bus again.

You made eight bucks?

Heck, you make more than I did.

I worked like hell yesterday.

After they made the deductions,

I only had five bucks left.

It's sure tough to make

a buck these days.

Now, keep that head moving.

All the time, move it, move it.

- I bought Ernie an amateur license.

- Great. You'll be out five bucks.

No, he won't quit.

Guess what happened.

The doctor wanted to test his blood,

could hardly get the needle in.

- Dull needle, huh?

- No, he tried two needles.

- Who, Ernie?

- Yeah.

- Doctor could hardly get the needle in.

- Dull needle?

The kid's got leather skin.

That's very odd, Ruben.

Never would have thought that,

looking at him.

Rudy Chavez had thick skin,

but he was tough.

You guys know that.

They don't make 'em like him anymore.

You haven't heard the half of it.

He gets the needle in and blood out...

and it's almost black.

I had Chavez in

against Chu Chu Montoya.

In the first round, my boy gets butted

over the eye. Blood starts coming down.

So I said, "Well, there goes the fight."

It wasn't his blood at all.

It was Montoya's blood.

Remember Estrada? I saw him open

a Coke bottle with his teeth.

- What are you saying...

- Will you listen, please?

You haven't heard the half of it.

He finally gets the blood out...

and it's black.

So he stares at it for a minute

and turns the tube upside-down...

and the blood don't run down,

it hangs up there.

It turned to gelatin.

Chavez had the clearest piss

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