Phantom Halo Page #5

And don't buy that fruity sh*t.

I hate fruity gum.

How you doing?

That's 1.75.

That's the smallest you got?

Yeah.

60, 80, 100.

Pleasure doing business

with you.

Got your old man gum.

All right.

Beckett! Samuel!

Where are you?

We've got mail.

Please, Dad, you gotta stop.

But I haven't even started.

Jesus Christ.

Waking up every morning

with a beer

and moving on to the whiskey,

spending every last penny...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Watch it, son.

Remember your place.

Son?

I'm the one keeping us afloat.

This is my house,

my chair, my table, my books.

When was the last time Sammy's went

to school? Do you even remember?

What the bloody hell

does he need

a public-school

education for, eh?

I'm teaching him.

Yeah.

To wear tights

and be a circus act,

but he can't multiply,

subtract, add.

Since when do you care about

addition, you... you pikey jock?

Well, if you can't

take care of him,

I will.

Oh. Heh heh.

You think you're so strong, huh,

so grown-up,

but you're just a petty thief

slipping his hand into

the pockets of the world.

That's what you taught me.

Son of a b*tch.

What?

Nothing, man.

It's my dad.

He's in a bad way.

Come on.

Ah, I knew the geek

inside of you

was up to something, man.

I made them,

all of 'em.

And you're living like

you're hungry, man?

Wait, so that $100 bill...

Yeah, that was a test run.

Oh, my...

This is epic.

Where are the rest

of the hundreds?

Those are the last two, and Donny only

lets me print fives and twenties.

That a**hole that showed

up at your house?

Who the f*** is he, really?

My mom's

ex-cousin-in-law.

And?

And I been helping Donny

since I was a kid.

A few years ago,

he had me take over,

and he comes in every two weeks.

I give him what I make,

and we change for cash.

Okay. What's the cut?

25-75.

25?

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold...

So let me get this straight.

You've been working

for him for years.

You're still taking the bus.

You're swimming in dough here,

and you ain't

got sh*t to show for it.

The Feds have a**holes just

looking for people like us.

Donny survived 'cause

he doesn't spend.

What is the point of having money

if you're not gonna spend it?

He has a guy that

comes in every two weeks

and brings a set amount

of paper and ink.

I have to account for every

little thing that I use.

If I mess up a sheet,

I have to save it

so Donny can rest easy I'm

not stealing from him.

Did Donny give you that, too?

Is that a part of the deal?

The rules are in place

so we don't get caught.

Bullshit.

That's... They are.

The cashier at Maceo

Mart used that pen

on that $100 bill,

and it passed with flying colors.

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