God's Pocket Page #2
I love her last night, and
I loved her this morning,
before she brushes her teeth
or I know she snores.
I'm used to the feel
of her beside me.
I've known her warmth
and her coolness.
She's... forgiven me.
I've forgiven her.
I'm used...
I'm used to the feel
of her beside me.
You're right.
I think I f***ed her
last night too.
I hope she don't have
no type of herpes.
I'm used to the feel
of her, you know?
I've been writing the story
of this city for 20 years.
What's up with the lights?
Oh, talk to Arthur, Mick.
I keep telling him
he's got to relax.
- I'll do that.
- Do that.
All we can do is have faith
in the electric company.
- Am I right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, right, yeah.
Sophie says we ain't had
electric for two hours.
It's out in the whole neighborhood.
Yeah.
What are we gonna do with
the load I just brought in?
What the f*** do you think we're
trying to figure out here, Mick?
It's gonna be back
right away. Just relax.
Yeah.
Listen, we got a little business
to talk about, all right?
Right.
I got a problem.
Let me guess.
You don't have my $700.
I'm into Sal for 20 large.
Jesus Christ.
I got so much sh*t going down,
I don't even know where
it's coming from.
Forget it. I'm doing all right.
When you get it,
you can give it to me.
All right?
Take some of the meat.
Nothing I can do with that.
It's not even cut.
F*** it.
Let's get this sh*t in your truck.
I can't use it like this.
There's nowhere to cut it up.
Look, we'll get the electric
back on, you come back tomorrow,
we'll get somebody to
cut it up for you.
- Here you go.
- I got it.
- You got it, Mick?
- All right.
- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.
F*** it all.
It all works out in the end.
All right, what happened here?
It was the lift.
The shackle come loose.
Usually it's tied down
when we're not using it.
The...
chain swung out, and the shackle...
hit the boy right in
the back of the head.
That's what happened.
I seen the whole thing.
Kid never knew what hit him.
Anyone else?
I seen it too.
What was his job?
He was a day laborer.
That it?
That's what happened.
Jeanie?
Jeanie.
Leon's dead.
Richard.
You feeling all right?
Yeah, I had the flu.
Didn't see your column
on page two yesterday.
Opened the paper to see a
goddamn picture of some girl
that had her teeth wired
together to lose weight.
Readers count on you, Richard.
Feeling much better today, okay.
So I looked over the last year.
Did you know you missed 42
days, not counting vacations?
Really?
Mm-hmm.
And I got to thinking about it.
another columnist, you know,
someone to lighten the load.
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