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"What're you talkin'... "Some raps you can't beat
"What're you talkin' about?" Polack wanted to knowHe twisted about in his blankets, and turned to face Minetta"Listen," he said, "once in the butcher shop, I'm drawin' a fowl for this old biddy, and I try to get away with one of the two pieces of fat around the belly He paused dramatically, and Minetta laughed at the grin on Polack's big lewd mobile mouth
"Yeah, so what?" Minetta asked
"Well, she's watching me real close, and when I start to wrap up the fowl, she says, 'Where's the other piece of fat?' I look at her and I say, 'You don't want it, lady, it's diseasedIt'll ruin the taste of the whole chicken' She shakes her head and says,
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"How'd you beat the game there?" Minetta wanted to know
"Hah, before I give it to her, I cut open the bile sack on the liverThat chicken must have tasted like shitThe moon cast enough light into the tent for him to see Polack's faceHe was grinning, and Minetta decided Polack was comical with the three teeth missing on the left side of his mouth
Polack was perhaps twenty-one but his eyes were shrewd and bawdy, and when he laughed his skin was wizened, tough, like the skin of a middle-aged manMinetta felt a little uncomfortable with himSecretly he was afraid to match his knowledge against Polack's
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"No, it's the truth," Polack said in a hurt voiceHe always dropped the "h" when he said "think" or "the" or "truth
"Yeah, it's da troot," Minetta said, mimicking him
"You havin' a good time?" Polack asked
"I can't complain," Minetta said"You talk like something out of a comic book"Anyway, one thing nobody ever beat was the Army
"I ain't done so bad," Polack said
"You're doing bad till the day you get out of it," Minetta told himHe clapped his hand against his forehead, and sat up"The goddam mosquitoes," he saidHe rummaged underneath his pillow, a towel wrapped about a soiled shirt, and
black chanel handbag drew out a small bottle of mosquito lotionAs he rubbed it over his face and hands he grumbled"What a way for a guy to live He propped himself on an elbow and lit a cigaretteHe remembered he was not supposed to smoke at night, and for a moment debated with himself"Aaah, fug it," he said aloudUnconsciously his hand shielded the cigarette, howeverHe turned toward Polack and said, "Boy, I don't like to live like a pig He pounded his pillow smooth"Sleeping on top of your own filthy clothes, wearing dirty clothes to sleepNobody lives like thatHe was next to the youngest of seven brothers and sisters, and until he went to an orphanage he had always slept with a blanket spread out on
prada handbags sale the floor near a coal stove in the center of the roomWhen the fire died down in the middle of the night the first child to become chilled would get up and fill the stove again"It ain't so bad wearin' dirty clothes," he told Minetta, "it keeps the bugs off ya He had washed his own clothing since he was five years old
"Ain't that a hell of a choice?" Minetta asked"Smell your own stink or get carried away by the bugs He was thinking of the clothes he used to wearHe was always known as the best dresser on the block, the first kid to pick up the new dance steps, and now he had a shirt which was two sizes too big for him"Hey, did you hear that joke about Army clothes?" he
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