Zift Page #2
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patent-leather shoes, and freedom.
They said I was reformed,
and let me go before my term was up.
Unfortunately, on my way out,
I bumped into that sh*t-face
of a warden, Mole Cricket.
I couldn't let him pass without
ejaculating in his face a fat curse.
I unbuttoned my mouth
and relieved myself.
""The end starts at the beginning."
""The end starts at the beginning."
and memorized
so I can say it when
I step out of the can.
I wanted to give the moment its due.
You can't let such moments
pass like that -
one leg after the other
and you're out.
Crossing the threshold is
a special occasion,
Iike walking under the rainbow
and turning into a different person.
The car reeks, a funky mixture
of motor oil, gunk, and stale sweat.
has a popped pimple on his nape.
Who?
- Private Smyadovsky.
Who?
- Private Smyadovsky.
Private!.
- Aye.
Step on it.
Where are we going?.
Where are we going?.
Who are you?
The public bath.
Seventeen o'clock.
Ladies
What do you want?.
I want you naked.
- How naked?
butt-naked.
During my first year in prison
I befriended this guy - Valentine.
He was soft and gentle on the inside,
femininely hideous on the out.
We always took our meals together.
Rumor had it we were a pair of fags.
One day, during meal-time,
the Mutant, an a**hole and
came up with his personal slave,
a rachitic creature,
and they stood behind our backs.
The rickets took out a sheet of paper
and started reciting at the top
of his illiterate voice
Valentine's love letter
To my master,
brother and dear friend,
my man most of all,
my eternal companion,
the first and last one
to know my heart.
I can never be your bride,
but I love you with
unbearable intensity!.
Valentine.
It was then my former cellmate,
Van Wurst-the Eye,
advised me not to write any letters,
love letters especially,
because they were looking
for a chance
to pick up a fight with me
and kill me.
Van Wurst-the Eye had a glass eye,
especially during boxing matches.
Van Wurst, Van Wurst, Van Wurst...
Chew him up.
Kill him!
Yes!
After dinner, before the bedtime
bell, we would arm-wrestle.
At first, Van Wurst
regularly beat me,
but with time
he found it more difficult.
You look at the sky, and it looks
back at you with its barred eye.
You're one dangerous man. With all
these tattoos you have no weak spot.
being dangerous keeps you safe.
If you're not dangerous in the can,
you fall victim.
Is that why you poked your eye out?
No. That was an accident.
I lost it
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