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.Separately they each felt increasingly aware of the fact that what they were doing was insane.They werehalf a world away from the neighborhood.They were strung out, a fact that they pussy footed around fora long time, but now it thrust itself right in their guts.They were strung out and they were drivingthrough some asshole fuckin state trying to get to Miami and find the big connections.They could smellthem.They knew they were following the connections.But what the fuck were they going to do whenthey got there? What the fuck was goin on? They squirmed.Adjusted.Harry soothed his arm.Thefuckin pain was suddenly so bad he was goin blind.They were scared shitless.But they were just asscared to cop out in front of the other one.They both wanted to turn around and go back.Scufflin thosefuckin streets in this mutha fuckin panic was like death man, but it was better than this.Where the fuckwere they goin fa krists sake? What was comin down? Suppose they run outta shit before they got back?Suppose they got busted down here in the fuckin South? Each almost prayed, or came as close topraying as they knew how, that the other one would suggest turning around and going back, but they justcontinued to stare through the windshield and squirm as the car continued going straight ahead.Tyronestopped looking at the odometer.Harry was unable to sit still for more than a few minutes.From time totime he was almost doubled over with pain.He rubbed his arm, trying to soothe the pain away.I dontthink Im gonta make it man.This fuckin arm is killin me.He squirmed out of his jacket and rolled up hissleeve and blinked a few times as he looked at his arm.Tyrone glanced at it from time to time, frowning,Sheeit, that really looks bad baby.Around the hole in Harrys arm a huge greenish white lump hadformed with red streaks spreading out toward his shoulder and wrist.I can hardly move the son of abitch.Im gonta have ta do somethin man.Big Tim told Marion he would arrange for her to pick up a nice taste for a few hours work, Though itsmore like play baby.What do you mean by a nice taste? Big Tim laughed his Santa laugh, Damn, yousure is greedy for scag.Marion smiled and shrugged.They be six of you cutting up a piece.An its good,and he smiled as Marions eyes widened and sparkled.When? His smile broadened, Tomorrow night.Hewaited for a moment, wondering if she would ask what she had to do but he was sure she wouldnt.Its alittle party for some people ah know.AMI take you there.Who will be cutting up the piece with me?Five other bitches.Youll be the entertainment.you know, kind of enjoy each others company, youdig? and he smiled then laughed his Santa laugh as he saw what he meant register on Marions face.Andthe men? They come later, and Tim laughed so hard Marion started chuckling.What time? You be hereby eight.Marion smiled and nodded and Big Tim laughed his Santa Claus laugh.Harry and Tyrone pulled into a small gas station and got out of the car and stretched.The attendant wasin the back talking to the mechanic.They looked at Harry and Tyrone for a moment, then the attendantput down his bottle of Coke and strolled out to them.Harry was leaning against the car holding andsoothing his left arm, Fill it up with regular, eh? An wheres the mens room? We/re fresh out of gas.Oshit.Thas alright jim, we got enough for a while.Harry nodded at Tyrone, May just as well use the mensroom.The attendant stared at Harry, Its out of order.Harry looked at him for a moment and noticed thehostile expression on the guys face.A car pulled up to the other pump and the attendant went over to it,Good morning Fred, filler up? Yup.The attendant started pumping gas into the car and the mechanicfile:///D|/Documents and Settings/René/Bureaublad/Selby/SELBY_JR.,_Hubert_-_Requiem For A Dream.html (123 of 132)9-4-2005 20:39:45 Hubert Selby Jr.- Requiem for a Dreamcame out from the back and leaned against the wall and stared into Harrys face provokingly and spit.Harrys pain and confusion started to turn to rage and Tyrone opened the door, Lets cool it baby.Harrylooked at Tyrone for a moment, then got into the car.The mechanic continued to stare at them, and spit,as they drove away.What the fuck was that shit, man? Thas the solid South baby.Jesus krist, its like abad fuckin movie.I thought the fuckin Civil War was over.Sheeit, not to these muthas.They bothlooked at the gas gauge.What the fuck we gonta do man? How the fuck ah know jim? We jus be cool anget us some mutha fuckin gas, what the fuck else we gonna do? Harry nodded his head and clutched hisarm closer to him and they drove in silence, each holding on tight, not wanting to blow his cool andwishing to krist they were somewhere else.The time seemed to drag as they stared ahead, not noticingthe trees and poles rushing by.They kept glancing at the fuel gauge and then ahead at the horizon wherethe sides of the road pinched together and remained unreachably ahead of them.Harry rubbed his armand, from time to time, Tyrone reached up and rubbed and scratched his head, then leaned his left armagainst the door and rested his chin in his hand.Theres one.Yeah.They became increasingly aware ofthe sweat running down their backs and sides as they pulled into the station.They stayed in the car andHarry leaned out slightly and told the guy to fill it up.Regular.The guy leaned against the pump,ignoring them, as the gas was pumped into the car.When it was full Harry paid him and they drove off,the silence unbroken for many long minutes until Tyrone turned on the radio.The tension started to easefrom their bodies along with the sweat.Damn, I could sure use a tase.Yeah, you aint shittin.Theresgotta be a diner pretty soon.They stopped at a small roadside place and went into the mens room one at a time, the other one sittingat the counter watching carefully.After getting off they relaxed and thought theyd get something to eat,as well as coffee, and Harry called to the waitress who was standing at the other end of the countertalking to a customer, but she ignored him.He called again and the cook jammed his head out and toldhim to shut up.Harry closed his eyes for a moment, breathed deeply, exhaled slowly, then looked atTyrone, shaking his head [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]
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.Separately they each felt increasingly aware of the fact that what they were doing was insane.They werehalf a world away from the neighborhood.They were strung out, a fact that they pussy footed around fora long time, but now it thrust itself right in their guts.They were strung out and they were drivingthrough some asshole fuckin state trying to get to Miami and find the big connections.They could smellthem.They knew they were following the connections.But what the fuck were they going to do whenthey got there? What the fuck was goin on? They squirmed.Adjusted.Harry soothed his arm.Thefuckin pain was suddenly so bad he was goin blind.They were scared shitless.But they were just asscared to cop out in front of the other one.They both wanted to turn around and go back.Scufflin thosefuckin streets in this mutha fuckin panic was like death man, but it was better than this.Where the fuckwere they goin fa krists sake? What was comin down? Suppose they run outta shit before they got back?Suppose they got busted down here in the fuckin South? Each almost prayed, or came as close topraying as they knew how, that the other one would suggest turning around and going back, but they justcontinued to stare through the windshield and squirm as the car continued going straight ahead.Tyronestopped looking at the odometer.Harry was unable to sit still for more than a few minutes.From time totime he was almost doubled over with pain.He rubbed his arm, trying to soothe the pain away.I dontthink Im gonta make it man.This fuckin arm is killin me.He squirmed out of his jacket and rolled up hissleeve and blinked a few times as he looked at his arm.Tyrone glanced at it from time to time, frowning,Sheeit, that really looks bad baby.Around the hole in Harrys arm a huge greenish white lump hadformed with red streaks spreading out toward his shoulder and wrist.I can hardly move the son of abitch.Im gonta have ta do somethin man.Big Tim told Marion he would arrange for her to pick up a nice taste for a few hours work, Though itsmore like play baby.What do you mean by a nice taste? Big Tim laughed his Santa laugh, Damn, yousure is greedy for scag.Marion smiled and shrugged.They be six of you cutting up a piece.An its good,and he smiled as Marions eyes widened and sparkled.When? His smile broadened, Tomorrow night.Hewaited for a moment, wondering if she would ask what she had to do but he was sure she wouldnt.Its alittle party for some people ah know.AMI take you there.Who will be cutting up the piece with me?Five other bitches.Youll be the entertainment.you know, kind of enjoy each others company, youdig? and he smiled then laughed his Santa laugh as he saw what he meant register on Marions face.Andthe men? They come later, and Tim laughed so hard Marion started chuckling.What time? You be hereby eight.Marion smiled and nodded and Big Tim laughed his Santa Claus laugh.Harry and Tyrone pulled into a small gas station and got out of the car and stretched.The attendant wasin the back talking to the mechanic.They looked at Harry and Tyrone for a moment, then the attendantput down his bottle of Coke and strolled out to them.Harry was leaning against the car holding andsoothing his left arm, Fill it up with regular, eh? An wheres the mens room? We/re fresh out of gas.Oshit.Thas alright jim, we got enough for a while.Harry nodded at Tyrone, May just as well use the mensroom.The attendant stared at Harry, Its out of order.Harry looked at him for a moment and noticed thehostile expression on the guys face.A car pulled up to the other pump and the attendant went over to it,Good morning Fred, filler up? Yup.The attendant started pumping gas into the car and the mechanicfile:///D|/Documents and Settings/René/Bureaublad/Selby/SELBY_JR.,_Hubert_-_Requiem For A Dream.html (123 of 132)9-4-2005 20:39:45 Hubert Selby Jr.- Requiem for a Dreamcame out from the back and leaned against the wall and stared into Harrys face provokingly and spit.Harrys pain and confusion started to turn to rage and Tyrone opened the door, Lets cool it baby.Harrylooked at Tyrone for a moment, then got into the car.The mechanic continued to stare at them, and spit,as they drove away.What the fuck was that shit, man? Thas the solid South baby.Jesus krist, its like abad fuckin movie.I thought the fuckin Civil War was over.Sheeit, not to these muthas.They bothlooked at the gas gauge.What the fuck we gonta do man? How the fuck ah know jim? We jus be cool anget us some mutha fuckin gas, what the fuck else we gonna do? Harry nodded his head and clutched hisarm closer to him and they drove in silence, each holding on tight, not wanting to blow his cool andwishing to krist they were somewhere else.The time seemed to drag as they stared ahead, not noticingthe trees and poles rushing by.They kept glancing at the fuel gauge and then ahead at the horizon wherethe sides of the road pinched together and remained unreachably ahead of them.Harry rubbed his armand, from time to time, Tyrone reached up and rubbed and scratched his head, then leaned his left armagainst the door and rested his chin in his hand.Theres one.Yeah.They became increasingly aware ofthe sweat running down their backs and sides as they pulled into the station.They stayed in the car andHarry leaned out slightly and told the guy to fill it up.Regular.The guy leaned against the pump,ignoring them, as the gas was pumped into the car.When it was full Harry paid him and they drove off,the silence unbroken for many long minutes until Tyrone turned on the radio.The tension started to easefrom their bodies along with the sweat.Damn, I could sure use a tase.Yeah, you aint shittin.Theresgotta be a diner pretty soon.They stopped at a small roadside place and went into the mens room one at a time, the other one sittingat the counter watching carefully.After getting off they relaxed and thought theyd get something to eat,as well as coffee, and Harry called to the waitress who was standing at the other end of the countertalking to a customer, but she ignored him.He called again and the cook jammed his head out and toldhim to shut up.Harry closed his eyes for a moment, breathed deeply, exhaled slowly, then looked atTyrone, shaking his head [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ]