The Air I Breathe Page #3

show him the city, what we do?

Start his education.

Keep you company.

Of course.

- Alright then.

Keep your ass out of trouble.

Remember the last time?

No Andrea, I swear, I promise.

- It's funny now. Alright?

Okay, go, get outta here.

Go outside, I got some business to discuss.

I'll see you later.

He's a f***ing mess.

Just try to keep him outta trouble.

May be he'll learn a thing or two.

But now it's time for business.

Listen to this.

What do you think?

- It's fine.

Excuse me? It's fine? It's f***ing great!

What are you talking about?

I don't know a lot of music.

A client of mine who paid his debt to me

part of the deal was

her management contract.

This is her first CD. The sale,

through the roof. Very promising.

I'm sorry, I still don't follow you.

How long have we been doing this?

Too long. I'm tired of chasing money.

I'm tired of teaching lessons to

lowlifes who won't pay.

I've always hoped for more.

For both of us.

This girl is our way up.

I'm sure she's gonna be pissed off

when she finds out I'm her new manager, but

I'll take care of that.

You just keep an eye on her.

What is it? What do you see?

Nothing.

You see something.

- I don't see anything.

What do you mean?

She has no future?

Oh, she has a future.

I just can't see it.

Don't talk much, do ya?

Too busy thinking about the future, I bet.

Yeah, my uncle f***ing told me.

He said you can see the future and sh*t.

He says the f***ing money, casinos,

stock market. He said you know it all.

Do you know what it reminds me of?

You ever seen that movie, Krull?

Alright, there's this f***ing cyclops in it.

And the way that he got that way was

that he traded one of his eyes to see the future.

Okay, long story f***ing crazy short

the evil warlord tricked that f***er.

And the only future that he could see

was his own death.

Man, that sh*t would suck.

So, what's the plan tonight, my man?

We gonna get some f***ing drinks first or is just

straight to the pussies.

- Tonight we work.

He's not here.

Come back next week.

He's in the hospital.

Getting a mole removed.

Come back next week.

How do you like that, huh?

Bet you don't.

I told you, next week.

No, no, no, no, no!

You pay up now, old bag.

Otherwise we gonna f***

some more sh*t up, huh!

Dude.

Why didn't you help me out when

I was getting f***ed by Moby Dick in there, huh!

What do you think, you wanna go back

stomp that b*tch, man?

Coz I'm a f***ing savage.

Know what I'm saying?

Look at this f***ing hat.

Look at this sh*t, man.

I don't have it.

You bleeding?

- I don't know.

Get up.

I'm gonna cut you a break.

I'm coming back next week

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