Once in the Life Page #8

beats hanging over your head. I ain't interested

in being the third. The night is young,

motherf***er. Where are you

going, Tony? Where are you going? Ooh! How your balls

feel there, fucko? Ok, maricn. Tell me

something, t. Come on.

Talk to me. Dime. All right. All right. All right. I started working for Manny

after we got out of riker's. Me and nine lives were slinging

jobs over in seward park. Now, I never liked

being around him, but business is business. We only worked together

for about a year. He could never stop

running his mouth about how much money

he was going to be making, how Manny was going

to hook him up with a franchise

of his own now. You know

what I mean, Mike? I kept my mouth shut

and went about my business, but Manny heard. Man, all the wolf tickets

that nine lives was selling decided to cash in on him. One day, I look up, walks up to nine lives

in seward park, shot him in the head. Then I come

into thinking, man, about getting

out of the life, you know? About getting

my sh*t together. Max was pregnant with

precious at the time, man. I wanted to be around

to see my firstborn, so I went to Manny. I told him how I was feeling

about my situation, and he was cool, man, so I took my little bit

of chump change that I made from slinging them rocks,

and I stepped the f*** off, moved to Jersey. I got my little

storefront-- some washing machines,

a couple of dryers, and that's when I went

into business for myself. So I swear to you, Mike, on my little girl, man, I ain't had no further

conversations with Manny or f***ing Freddie nine lives

or anybody else in the life except for you. The only reason

I didn't tell you was I didn't want

to let you down. Word is bond, man? My word is bond. Now she caught on

kind of fast as the months

rolled past. Are we game

till the bitter end? A better ho

I have yet to know, and they claim a dog

is a man's best friend. She ran with the best,

from the east to the west. I liked when her

boosting hand came down. Many, many a chump

got left in the dumps as we stole from them

in all of them towns. Yeah, I laid,

and I played off the bread

this b*tch made from the coast

to old Broadway. My habits were small,

and the money was tall. I really made

this business pay. Torch: What a f***ing

fairy tale. Don't believe him.

Don't believe him. He's only trying

to save his ass. We're going to have

to trust him. Why? Because I say so. Look. F*** that.

Give me the piece. You don't want to do him?

I'll do him. How many f***ing times

I got to tell you "no"? We ain't going

to do it your way. Why the f*** not? Look. If I was

working for Manny, you'd be dead already. Ah, yeah. Maybe. Ain't no maybe about it because the longer

you sit here, it's only a matter of time

before he finds you. Come on. Think

for a minute, man. Use your head. Maybe

he's telling the truth. Yeah, maybe, but-- come on. I want you

to trust me on this, all right? I've known this guy

over half my life. If he says he quit

Manny, I believe him. Ok. We let him

live for now. I still don't

like you, motherf***er. Check the pay phone. See if our friend

is still there. Mike. Why heroin, man? Thought you'd stay

away from that sh*t. Debbie being

a dope fiend, and all. I told you before, Tony. My sister ain't got

nothing to do with this. You understand me? Debbie's clean.

She's clean. Oh, she's clean?

I didn't know that, man. That's really beautiful. How's she doing anyway?

Where she at? Arizona. They got some kind of

rehab program out there. Yeah? What's it like

in Arizona? How the f***

should I know? Thought maybe your

sister might call you or write you

or something. Jeez, it's

a normal question. People have families,

they try to stick close, that's all. Oh, so now you want to

talk about family, right? Forget it! Yeah. Thought so. If it wasn't your idea,

whose was it? Nine lives? No, it was mine. That f***ing figures. F*** is that

supposed to mean? How's your cold,

my man? F*** you. Don't f*** with me.

How's your cold, junkie? Hey, Tony, what the f***

you talking about? I'm talking

about your boy there. Can't you see

he's jonesing? Don't listen to

this guy, Mike. He's full of sh*t.

He doesn't know what the f***

he's talking about. He ain't no junkie, Tony.

He's just got a cold. That's all. Wake the f*** up, bro. Boy's got the chills. His nose is running like

a f***ing v-8 engine. Got no tracks,

motherf***er. See, Mike?

No tracks. What about your feet? What about them? I peeked them after you had your little accident,

stupid-ass junkie. Should have killed you

when I had the chance, you motherf***er. Aah! Aah! Mother, sit your

f***ing ass down. Come on, man. Check his feet, Mike. If you don't believe me,

check out his f***ing feet. Get off me,

man! Ow! I swear to God,

Mike. No lie. Check out

his f***ing feet. Ow! Get the fu--

ow! F***! Ow! It ain't what

it looks like, Mike. I swear to God,

it ain't that bad. Man, I'm just chipping,

that's all. Ow. F***!

Let me up, man. Everybody in my family

got to be hooked on dope. You related to

this a**hole? He's my brother, man. Half brother,

you f***ing prick. Shut the f*** up! Ow! Ow! F***! Ow! What's the matter,

junkie? You sick? Say "please,"

dope fiend. Say "please"! Leave him alone. Ow! Oh, Mike. That

f***ing hurt, Mike. Oh, man, you got to

f***ing help me, man. Ok. Ok. I got you.

I got you, all right? We're brothers, right? Somos hermanos verdad? We got to look after

each other, right? Damn, Mike. I ain't even know

you had a brother, let alone

one who was... Well, you know it. I'm sorry, all right? Tony: I'm sorry, man. So you all never

met before, right? You never knew anything

about each other or nothing? Damn. Your pops was a player. Yeah. I'd like to kill him

for what he did to me and my mother. He didn't break

your mother's heart by knocking up some poor

b*tch from the projects. Hey, listen. You can

talk about your father any way

you want to, ok? But when you talk

about my mother, you better show her

some f***ing respect. Oiste? You heard

what I said? Yeah, yeah. I heard you

twice the first time. Let me tell you

something about your

old man, Mike. When I was

in high school, I was a complete

f***ing ignoramus when it came to reading,

writing, arithmetic, but I always got

good grades in math. You know why? Because the old man was

f***ing my math teacher. Miss delvecchio. Never paid attention to what we were

supposed to be learning, so she calls my parents to have a meeting

about my grades. So the old man comes

down to the school, off we go to the guidance

counselor's office. So after about 5, 10

minutes of conversation about my grades,

my attitude, my attention span,

whatever, she goes to me

and Mr. d., "would you gentlemen

step outside so I can talk to

Mr. Murphy in private?" So I'm sitting in class

just after she came in. I remember thinking, "there's something

different about her." She was always kind of

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