Last Exit to Brooklyn - Hubert Selby Jr by Hubert Selby Jr. Page B
Authors: Hubert Selby Jr.
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Greeks. Tony and Al were there and asked her where she was. Alex says
ya cutout with a drunken doggie a couple a hours ago. Yeah. Some
creep. I thought he was loaded. Didju score? Yeah. How much? 10
bucks. He kept bullshitin how much he had and alls he had was a lousy
10. Yeah? Lets see. She showed them the money. Yasure thats all
yagot? Ya wanna search me? Yathink I got somethin stashed up my ass
or somethin? We/ll take a look later. Yeah. How about you? Score? We
got a few. But you dont have ta worry aboutit. You got enough. She
said nothing and shrugged her shoulders. She smiled and offered to
buy them coffee. And? Krist. What a bunch of bloodsuckers. OK Hey
Alex . . . They were still sitting at the counter when the doggie
came in. He was holding a bloodied handkerchief to his head and blood
had caked on his wrist and cheek. He grabbed Tralala by the arm and
pulled her from the stool. Give me my wallet you goddamn whore. She
spit in his face and told him ta go fuckhimself. Al and Tony pushed
him against the wall and asked him who he thought he was. Look, I
dont know you and you dont know me. I got no call to fight with you
boys. All I want is my wallet. I need my ID Card or I cant get back
in the Base. You can keep the goddamn money. I dont care. Tralala
screamed in his face that he was a no good mothafuckin sonofabitch
and then started kicking him, afraid he might say how much she had
taken. Ya lousy fuckin hero. Go peddle a couple of medals if yaneed
money so fuckin bad. She spit in his face again, no longer afraid he
might say something, but mad. Goddamn mad. A lousy 50 bucks and he
was cryin. And anyway, he shouldve had more. Ya lousy fuckin creep.
She kicked him in the balls. He grabbed her again. He was crying and
bent over struggling to breathe from the pain of the kick. If I dont
have the pass I cant get in the Base. I have to get back. Theyre
going to fly me home tomorrow. I havent been home for almost 3 years.
Ive been all shot up. Please, PLEASE. Just the wallet. Thats all I
want. Just the ID Card. PLEASE PLEASE!!! The tears streaked the caked
blood and he hung on Tonys and Als grip and Tralala swung at his
face, spitting, cursing and kicking. Alex yelled to stop and get out.
I dont want trouble in here. Tony grabbed the doggie around the neck
and Al shoved the bloodied handkerchief in his mouth and they dragged
him outside and into a darkened doorway. He was still crying and
begging for his ID Card and trying to tell them he wanted to go home
when Tony pulled his head up by his hair and Al punched him a few
times in the stomach and then in the face, then held him up while
Tony hit him a few times; but they soon stopped, not afraid that the
cops might come, but they knew he didnt have any money and they were
tired from hitting the seaman they had lushed earlier, so they
dropped him and he fell to the ground on his back. Before they left
Tralala stomped on his face until both eyes were bleeding and his
nose was split and broken then kicked him a few times in the balls.
Ya rotten scumbag, then they left and walked slowly to 4th avenue and
took a subway to manhattan. Just in case somebody might put up a
stink. In a day or two he/11 be shipped out and nobodyll know the
difference. Just another fuckin doggie. And anyway he deserved it.
They ate in a cafeteria and went to an allnight movie. The next day
they got a couple of rooms in a hotel on the east side and stayed in
manhattan until the following night. When they went back to the
Greeks Alex told them some MPs and a detective were in asking about
the guys who beat up a soldier the other night. They said he was in
bad shape. Had to operate on him and he may go blind in one eye.
Ain't that just too bad. The MPs said if they get ahold of the guys
who did it theyd killem. Those fuckin punks. Whad the law say.
Nottin. You know. Yeah. Killus! The creeps. We oughtta dumpem on
general principles. Tralala laughed. I shoulda pressed charges fa
rape. I wont be 18 for a
Greeks. Tony and Al were there and asked her where she was. Alex says
ya cutout with a drunken doggie a couple a hours ago. Yeah. Some
creep. I thought he was loaded. Didju score? Yeah. How much? 10
bucks. He kept bullshitin how much he had and alls he had was a lousy
10. Yeah? Lets see. She showed them the money. Yasure thats all
yagot? Ya wanna search me? Yathink I got somethin stashed up my ass
or somethin? We/ll take a look later. Yeah. How about you? Score? We
got a few. But you dont have ta worry aboutit. You got enough. She
said nothing and shrugged her shoulders. She smiled and offered to
buy them coffee. And? Krist. What a bunch of bloodsuckers. OK Hey
Alex . . . They were still sitting at the counter when the doggie
came in. He was holding a bloodied handkerchief to his head and blood
had caked on his wrist and cheek. He grabbed Tralala by the arm and
pulled her from the stool. Give me my wallet you goddamn whore. She
spit in his face and told him ta go fuckhimself. Al and Tony pushed
him against the wall and asked him who he thought he was. Look, I
dont know you and you dont know me. I got no call to fight with you
boys. All I want is my wallet. I need my ID Card or I cant get back
in the Base. You can keep the goddamn money. I dont care. Tralala
screamed in his face that he was a no good mothafuckin sonofabitch
and then started kicking him, afraid he might say how much she had
taken. Ya lousy fuckin hero. Go peddle a couple of medals if yaneed
money so fuckin bad. She spit in his face again, no longer afraid he
might say something, but mad. Goddamn mad. A lousy 50 bucks and he
was cryin. And anyway, he shouldve had more. Ya lousy fuckin creep.
She kicked him in the balls. He grabbed her again. He was crying and
bent over struggling to breathe from the pain of the kick. If I dont
have the pass I cant get in the Base. I have to get back. Theyre
going to fly me home tomorrow. I havent been home for almost 3 years.
Ive been all shot up. Please, PLEASE. Just the wallet. Thats all I
want. Just the ID Card. PLEASE PLEASE!!! The tears streaked the caked
blood and he hung on Tonys and Als grip and Tralala swung at his
face, spitting, cursing and kicking. Alex yelled to stop and get out.
I dont want trouble in here. Tony grabbed the doggie around the neck
and Al shoved the bloodied handkerchief in his mouth and they dragged
him outside and into a darkened doorway. He was still crying and
begging for his ID Card and trying to tell them he wanted to go home
when Tony pulled his head up by his hair and Al punched him a few
times in the stomach and then in the face, then held him up while
Tony hit him a few times; but they soon stopped, not afraid that the
cops might come, but they knew he didnt have any money and they were
tired from hitting the seaman they had lushed earlier, so they
dropped him and he fell to the ground on his back. Before they left
Tralala stomped on his face until both eyes were bleeding and his
nose was split and broken then kicked him a few times in the balls.
Ya rotten scumbag, then they left and walked slowly to 4th avenue and
took a subway to manhattan. Just in case somebody might put up a
stink. In a day or two he/11 be shipped out and nobodyll know the
difference. Just another fuckin doggie. And anyway he deserved it.
They ate in a cafeteria and went to an allnight movie. The next day
they got a couple of rooms in a hotel on the east side and stayed in
manhattan until the following night. When they went back to the
Greeks Alex told them some MPs and a detective were in asking about
the guys who beat up a soldier the other night. They said he was in
bad shape. Had to operate on him and he may go blind in one eye.
Ain't that just too bad. The MPs said if they get ahold of the guys
who did it theyd killem. Those fuckin punks. Whad the law say.
Nottin. You know. Yeah. Killus! The creeps. We oughtta dumpem on
general principles. Tralala laughed. I shoulda pressed charges fa
rape. I wont be 18 for a
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