"And around what time is that supposed to happen?"

'What the hell makes you think I know?"

"Do you know anything?"

'Besides which pair of panties is your mother's favorite, not much.'

"Oh fuck off."

Then the rain stopped. I remember the sun crept out from behind the clouds like a rat crawling out of a hole. What a hell of a stakeout.

I didn't know it then but I'd never see Ricky after that day. If a picture is worth a thousand words I owe that man an art gallery.

I don't know how we got into the blood money business but at this point, it's not important. What is important, is making sure you can move your right hand without the left hand knowing about it. What is important, is that after a fight you're one of the ones who's left standing.

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Maybe if I had been better at that, if I understood this earlier, I wouldn't be writing this shit right now. Hell if I had been better at that, a book would be written about me instead.

Ah but who knows? I'll save the regrets for the pearly gates. With the way my life turned out, maybe my judgment has already been passed and I just don't know it.

But back to this story. It seems like it's been forever since it happened almost like it happened to a whole different person.

Forever is a mighty long time. So where shall we begin...?