Pacific Garden Mission (con’t)

So Tony?

            So what?

            Let’s here it.  I know you’re sitting on something.

            Still sharp.  Even hung on shit bourbon with a wrench to the head.  You’re still sharp.

            Go on cutie pie.  We can talk here?

            Sure sure.  Just spics.  Them that speak right could care less anyway.

            Okay then, so let’s talk . . .

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