Vampire in Brooklyn Page #3

in Detroit in '62, '63.

l'd go over her house Saturday night,

l come through the door,

she's a man! Flip-floppin' and sh*t!

You ever had a motherf***er flip-flop

on you, going crazy and sh*t?

So the wolf you saw

looked something like that?

The wolf? That's a chihuahua compared

to the motherf***er come at me!

You're crazy. You seen a wolf, man?

- Yeah.

- To the 25th power!

You people belong behind the line!

- Hey, B, where's your coffin at?

- lt's on the boat.

On the boat? Sh*t, we can't

get it now, look at all these cops.

And you people, you people better

keep back. Killer loves to bite.

And so do l. Jump!

Killer?

- Here...here, boy.

- Oh, sh*t. Lovely, dude.

Hello.

Someone here?!

lt's you.

Someone there?

Sh*t. Damn!

- Chill. lt's just me.

- Sh*t!

- Did you see him?

- There's nobody here but us.

Someone's here. l saw him or it.

lt? What the f***...

hey, what's wrong with you?

There's a coffin.

ln here, come on.

Right in there. Look.

What? l don't see anything.

- l-l could've sworn...

- Rita, are you OK?

l'm fine. Absolutely fine!

Good, cos that's exactly what l told

Captain Dewey - absolutely fine.

- Right.

- You all right?

Let me out of here.

What is that?

lt's an ear.

A rotted-off human ear.

Yeah, but my ear? Look!

My f***ing ear done fell off!

You've another on the other side.

Besides, the benefits of

being a ghoul outweigh the drawbacks.

What benefits?

Benefit my f***ing ear back on!

You put me in the monster union?

l'm on Blue Cross?

l meant Blue Shield, brother.

l have taken refuge

in some sorry places...

This is a bargain.

My Uncle Silas is the landlord...

What the hell

is all this damn noise?

Julius, is that you?

- lt's me.

- You little scared piece of sh*t.

l ought to whoop your ass

for booking out on me.

- You wouldn't believe what l saw.

- Oh, l bet you l would.

Nobody believes me.

l know a big-ass wolf when l see one!

- What the hell's going on?!

- Just...

Who's that?

- That's my boss.

- You got a job?

What do you mean? Of course

l got a job! l got a good job, too.

- He just need a place to lay low.

- Rent's double.

- No, what?

- Triple.

- You know you missing an ear?

- That's just a trick l'm working on.

You can't triple the rent. You got...

Night started off like sh*t but...

end up pretty good.

l don't turn nothing down

but my collar. Howdy do.

Welcome. Trash man comes on Tuesdays.

God loves you, God loves me, bye.

Good thing you ran into me.

l'll hook you up.

l'll make sure everything we do

is gonna be right.

First, we in Brooklyn now, man.

You gotta get rid of this thing.

You ever heard of a futon?

Lighter, comfortabler, better

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