he walked into the livingroom as
he crooned with the radio playing through the television
Would you shut up, I can’t
stand that song.
Thas abrupt Its a good songI know the words
I don’t like it.
he set his jaw funny maybe he was going for a gritty bulldog
look came off as a pug
Hall an Oates brother White soulwhas not to like
I don’t like it.
Hmm Adamant redundant More
to your reason than just dislike
What, you gonna psychoanalyse me?
Me no ya havent the depth I were to toss a rock in your puddle all the
water would be displaced
his jaw slackening he eyeballed
him instead
I don’t have to suffer your abuse . .
.
. Abuse abuse youHA seems yare at yourself don need my help
You interrupted me. the eyeballing hardened
I don’t have to suffer you because I
don’t like it. I can’t dislike a song?
Lemme guess The lyrics
You can rely on the old
mans money Yare a rich bitch girl his face went flat the difference between a suit of clothes an
cloth Rich bitch girl got ya triggers ya
I . I wasn’t . . was not
triggered . .
. . Crap Yawere
I was not triggered.
Methinks thou doth protest too
much
Truth triggers
some seams appeared in the cloth
What are you talking about?
Cant go for thathuh
No can do
What the fuck are
you talking about?
he glanced up at the ceiling around
turned threesixty on his heels Theres
fuckin echoes in here
Yawere sayinsayin ya don like Rich Girl Hall an Oates My turn to echo Cant go for thathuh
he was clueless
It’s a shitty song.
I thinkNo I don think I know I believe it cuts too close to home
a suit of clothing again he glared
he was no Medusa
Quit Got a bug up your ass speak out
Yet another echo Cuts a bit too close to homeforgive me for
sayin so if rich bitch girl makes you
feel it taunted your sisters it also
taunted you
But truth be known as I said truth triggers I relish it I knew rich girls whose Daddy plied their
every notionwhim every wish any damnthingatall
they wanted Daddy spoiled them Disgusted me
Thats not to say I didnt bone them but that was as deep as I would go Afterwards I was a cool frankly I shunned themshunned them because I knew their
old man wouldnt accept me It was
mercenary The sex was transactional couldnt
be anything more
I wasnt mobbed up not like them not like Irish Dagos Jews best I could be was muscle A rare first generation Pole rose above
that
a breeze through a window tumbled
between them
Mobbed up? he sounded incredulous
Ya
Mobbed up Jews?
Ya kiddin me
I was in New
York City twice seven years apart Aside
from Jewish papers which was correct they posted sizable advertisements
admonishing Jews to only marry within their faith in the Post the Daily in the Times
They can fuck a gentile but not marry one If that aint mob I don know wha is
I don’t think so.
George JDL Heard
of themJewish Defense League Early
Seventies Teacher George He was no warrior He got involved with them before they radicalisedbegan
leaning to violence everyone was leaninginciting
violence George realised he was in over
his head wanted out Jews must think
blood in blood out Frightened George asked
me for help I got some fellas
together When JDL came for Georgea few
more than he expected they didnt expect his initiative We heaped busted up an unconscious Jews
outside his condo
Muscle
If that
aint mobbed up I don know wha is
the words hung between them
Man you were a rich bitch too
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