Glass Chin Page #4

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We let him stay there.

We own Stanley.

He loves owning people,

J.J.

Hang over their lives,

cloud-style,

like a f***ing Wu-Tang Clan.

We're the f***ing ultimate wingmen.

Look at that.

All right, let's f***ing go.

Come on.

One more collect.

Light load tonight.

But this dude is into us deep.

It's gonna be tricky.

How deep?

Large?

Large.

He's rich, huh?

No.

Not really.

He lives in a one-bedroom

on West End Ave.

Teacher.

Math, I think.

Math teacher?

Yeah.

J.J. loves to hook

pedestrian people.

He loves hooking

commonplace folk...

...even more than high rollers.

I didn't understand it

for a while myself.

How'd you meet J.J.?

He read about me online.

Local boy goes to Iraq,

gets a Purple Heart.

Article said

I was a super sniper,

killed lots of Iraqis.

I come home;

There's, like, a million

purple flowers in my house.

I thought the guy was a f*ggot.

But then the landlord tells me

I got no home.

You ever been homeless?

No.

Those old men

down on the corner,

around an old oil drum with

holes up and down the side,

feeding it whatever,

they pass gloves back and forth,

stamp their feet.

I didn't last three days of that sh*t.

Nasiriyah was easier.

I went to meet J.J.

I've been in business ever since.

Later I find out he paid

my landlord to evict me.

That didn't make you mad?

Nah.

Showed me what a badass

businessman I was dealing with.

What if you wanted to

get out of the business?

Why would I want to do that?

Just, you know,

theoretically speaking.

J.J. said you was

one smart bruiser.

'Theoretically speaking, '

that's f***ing good.

You're f***ing smart.

Even with my tiny,

feminine hands,

it can be problematic to put

these amazing gloves on.

But once they're on,

they're amazing.

In the glove box.

Pass it to me.

Don't worry.

It's not loaded.

Well, then what do you have it for?

I'm gonna scare the f***

out of this guy.

You come in with a Beretta

and a silencer,

he's gonna sh*t his pants.

How many cokeheads you had

to collect money from?

Coke?

J.J. deals coke?

Just pass it to me.

Let's go.

You have the doorman call him.

Colby, ninth floor.

Don't worry.

There's an elevator.

- What do I say?

- Don't say anything.

Say your name.

Say you're here on behalf

of the installment plan.

Simple.

You can't say it yourself?

Dude is scared of me.

He won't let us up if he hears

my moniker or voice.

The doorman will say there's two of us.

There's a side entrance around the way.

No cameras on that entrance.

You let me in from inside.

The doorman won't hear you

open that entrance.

It's past the elevator on the right.

Then we go up together in the elevator.

Ah. F***.

Oh, I should have f***ing known.

I'm so f***ing stupid.

Hey, calm down.

Calm down.

God damn it.

I just want to talk.

You want to talk?

Or you want to punch me in the face...

...while you strap me down?

Dude, that was, like,

a one-time thing,

and I apologized for it,

like, a billion times.

Bud, could you wait for me in the car?

No.

Don't go, man.

You want this guy coming in?

Bro, this is a former boxing champ.

Think I hit hard?

This guy hits so hard he should be in jail.

F***. Just don't... Just don't go.

What do you got... what do you

got going on in here?

Little teachers' convention?

No.

Grading papers, huh?

No, I'm just watching a movie.

I turned down the movie volume

and put on some music...

...because the movie sucked.

What... which... which... which movie?

Wolverine.

Bud, I'll be down in a minute.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Silly.

I know.

I know.

It's too much time in this little car.

We're almost done.

Huh?

I'm not gonna take you on...

...any more

of these trips anymore.

Okay?

I didn't know he was coming.

I wouldn't have taken you to the gym.

We're almost done.

Okay?

We'll be home soon.

Yeah, I know

what you're thinking.

You're thinking,

'What are we doing here?'

Huh?

Well, we're making our way

back to the top of the heap.

I know it doesn't look like it,

but we are.

We don't need no coke-fueled

self-deception either.

No f***ing messages or calls.

Okay.

They'll see.

I'm gonna be held

in high regard again.

I'm a select champion.

I never once doubted it

since childhood.

Not once.

You know?

Cash moves everything around.

Got the money.

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all.

Souvenir.

Our first date.

Keys.

What happened back there?

Oh, my God.

Are you f***ing dense?

What always happens, man,

the same sh*t that always happens.

That guy had to be f***ed with.

That's what we do.

We're in the fear business.

What?

Are you a baby?

Hey, baby. Oh, baby. Ooh.

Anyways, you can talk to J.J.

about that sh*t.

We're gonna see him in a minute.

We're stopping by

his new art gallery in Chelsea.

J.J. has an art gallery?

Yeah.

J.J. has an art gallery.

'Cause that's where the real money is.

'Cause you put sh*t in the right frame,

and these f***in' dopes that

went to Brown and Princeton,

they'll think it's cool,

and they'll be like,

'Here's a million dollars

for that f***ing turd.

'Oh, please, come on my face.

I'll pay you a million dollars for that.'

Jackasses.

Bud,

that's Petals,

and that's Kathryn.

We know you.

They know you.

They're card girls from the Garden.

You weren't supposed

to tell him, J.J.

He was supposed to guess.

Now we'll never know

if he remembers us.

My bad, ladies.

We were just babies back then.

We were barely legal.

Mm, and then the years passed,

taking with them

the semblance of youth.

It's not like we're f***ing old.

No.

Not yet.

Get this, Bud,

their first night at the Garden...

...was your last night at the Garden.

See how the past is not yet finished?

I hope we're not bad luck.

You were all bloody back then...

What's its name?

Oh, her name is Silly.

I like dogs because they're like people...

...except they can't talk.

They're like people.

They're like people.

They're like people...

...The cement glaze on the floor

I had put in a month ago,

it's from Morocco.

You can get it wet and not worry.

What do you think of this piece?

The trailer?

Right.

This is it.

My gallery's first show.

I-I didn't know that was the art.

It's... you know,

I don't know much about art.

Mm-hmm.

The girls seem to like it.

This artist is highly sought after.

No one in the art world

understands how I booked him.

What they don't realize,

of course,

is that while he may have

an MFA degree from Yale,

he's also addicted to spread betting.

What I like is, he told me...

...the silver aluminum

of the Airstream trailer...

...is an homage to Andy Warhol's

Silver Clouds.

You know Andy Warhol?

Yeah, yeah. I heard of him.

Oh, yeah.

He's my favorite.

He's from my hometown,

Pittsburgh.

We both got the f*** out.

He sure understood about silver...

...how it could appeal to people's vanity,

suck crowds in with its flash

and its coolness.

See how the Airstream projects

a sexy invulnerability?

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