Whistling in the Graveyard

We went to see The Days of Wine and Roses
and laughed at the histrionics. It might have been
like whistling in a graveyard. We were all drunks.
My favorite book was The Wax Boom, by George Mandel.
Sal Riglioni takes the stripe because if he doesn't, whoever does
will be more likely to get them killed than he will. That's the only
reason to take a promotion. Self-protection. Hoke Moseley
was going to become a lieutenant and transfer into Internal Affairs.
Who will watch the watchers. You don't want anyone who volunteers.
Their motives are suspect. Life lessons. I learned about
the corporation in the service. I got a PhD
in coarseness and braggadocio.
I was inoculated against it.
I did that. I passed.
Leave me alone.
Or you'll regret it.
I laugh and joke but I don't play.
They don't call me Jack the Raver for nothing.
The Buzzard Cult, I fuck buzzards. Then I cook them and eat them.
I'm like Lance Henriksen in Dead Man. He fucked his parents.
Then he cooked them and ate them.
Apropos of hired guns.
Fuck you, Ma.
Nice Christian talk,
two weeks before payday.


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