The Fury of a Patient Man Page #5

They say it smells like sh*t here

because it's blocked,

but I lost my sense of smell.

They're cool, they're buddies.

- You got my candy?

- Here, candy.

- No strawberry?

- I'll give you what you like later.

Watch it, there's a dodgy step.

The dwarf fell the other day,

almost killed himself.

This looks like it.

This is it.

Make yourself at home.

Just don't touch the computer,

I'm busy with something.

Juani's sister put me onto

one of those jerk-off chat pages

and they rob you blind

if you don't watch out.

A beer here, another here...

Take a seat here.

Well,

to Currito, to his freedom.

It's great to see you.

How you doin?

- Good, good.

- Well, well...

You know I'm workin' in La Baraca?

I'm workin', doin' this and that.

They even got me on the web page,

check it out.

You and I had some times

in La Baraca.

In La Baraca and other joints.

This guy and I used to

get sh*t-faced alright.

You got a friend here

for whatever, you got me?

What this man's done for me,

you wouldn't read about it.

He's got a friend for whatever.

You know it, or don't you?

- Yeah, man.

- Not "yeah, man". Yeah, Curro!

You got a friend in me,

whatever you want,

I'm with you to the death.

Sh*t, yeah!

I was too busy to see you

in "the can" more than once.

I was real busy,

I was like all over the place,

but I thought about you a lot

and whatever you want, you got it.

Whatever you want.

You don't have any "nose candy"

to celebrate?

No.

You look good, it's great

to see you. How's the family?

Good, good. It's all fine.

I heard you had a kid

while you were in "the can".

- Yeah, he'll be taller than me.

- That wouldn't be hard.

- Hey, listen up.

- Go ahead.

You heard from Julito and the guys?

That's what you wanted to know?

You wanted to know about Julito.

He went to live in the country,

his dad's hometown, in Segovia.

What's it called? "Lebrero"...

- Lebreles.

- Lebreles, that's it!

He's been there a while.

He just up and left.

And Rober?

Rober?

Didn't you hear?

Rober killed himself.

Didn't you hear?

You didn't? I thought...

Rober crashed his car and died.

Just over a year ago.

I tell you what:
f*** him.

He was a prick from when

he was born to when he died.

Why am I telling you?

You know alright.

Sh*t, look! I knew there was

a scrap left here.

You don't want any, right?

Dope's more your thing.

If you don't mind, I'll do it.

You could tell Rober was going

to end up real bad.

You don't know

what he did to me once.

I was minding 4 kilos of blow

in my mom's house

and he finds out

and comes round begging:

"Gimme a few grams to sell,

we'll split it".

I said no, no way.

Three days later, I'm on the street

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