to give the Bronx cheer when the pilgrims show. ” We try to train them squealing bastards to sing: “Three cheers for the Red White and Blue,’ but it can’t be done. . .”
“We connect for that wheat with Ali Wong Chapultepec in Panama. He tells us it as high grade of shit this Finnish skipper die inna local jump joint and leave this cargo to the madame. . . ‘She was like a mother to me,’ he says and those were his last words. . .So we buy it in good faith off the gold gash. Laid ten pieces of H on her.”
“Good H too. Good Aleppo H.”
“Just enough milk sugar to keep her strenght up. ”
“We should milk sugar to keep her strenght up.”
“We should look a gift horse in the ass already?”
“Isn’t it true than when you got to Hassan you gave a banquet for the Caid and served couscous made from the wheat?”
“We sure did. And you know those citizens were so loaded on that marijuana they all wig inna middle of the banquet. . .Me, I just had bread and milk. . .ulcers you know.”
“Likewise.”
“So they all run around screaming they is on fire and the bulk of them die the following moring.”
“And the rest the morning after that.”
“What they expect already when they rot theirselves with Eastern vices?”
“Funny thing those citizens turn all black and their legs drop off.”
“Horrible result of marijuana addiction.”
“The very same thing occurred to me.”