White Irish Drinkers Page #6

but things are sure lookin' up #

# well, I have some money,

and I have me a wife #

# I had a sweet life,

and then those times got tough #

# she done gave me up #

# I've been down low down,

but things are sure lookin' up #

# yes they are #

# yeah, well, I'm looking up,

can't you see #

# baby I'm movin' up,

look at me #

# I'm comin' up,

yeah, it's me #

# I said I've had enough #

# I'm breaking free #

# from where I stand, baby,

things are sure lookin' up #

- What is this place,

anyway?

- Belongs to the deli upstairs.

They let me hang out here.

- Did you do all these?

They're beautiful.

Watercolor?

- Yeah.

And some charcoal,

some just pencil.

- Why are the people so blurry?

- Maybe they don't know

who they are.

- I like this one the best.

What is that?

- It's just woods.

My brother used to take me

camping when we were kids...

Back when he liked me.

- And you don't show these

to anybody?

- Like who?

- I don't know.

I just-

it just doesn't seem right

to keep all of this

hidden away down here.

If I could do this,

I would never shut up about it.

- Well,

you never shut up anyway.

- I'm serious.

I mean,

this makes you special.

Don't you know that?

- You think so?

- Yeah.

- Well, it's, like,

a hobby, really.

I mean, it's not like I could

make a living out of it.

- It's more than that,

and you know it.

Why are you so afraid of it?

I better go.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

I've just got to go.

That's all.

- What, do I need a breath mint

or something?

- I can't see you anymore,

brian.

You're a really great guy

and all,

but I just can't,

and don't come by the store,

and don't call.

Just-just let it go, okay?

Sorry.

- Excuse me.

Come on.

God damn it.

Son of a b*tch.

Ugh.

Jesus christ.

What the hell is this?

Hey, maggie.

What the hell is this,

huh?

The mailbox is crammed

with this.

You ever check the mail ever?

- Every day.

What are you talking about?

- Every day?

That is bullshit.

There's 9,000 bills,

junk mail.

God knows how long

it's been sitting in there.

- You're gonna have to do better

than this, paddy,

if you want to fight.

I empty the mailbox every day.

- That is bullshit,

and I'll tell you something.

This is the reason that we're

late with the bills every month.

- We're late with every bill

because you drink half the money

every week.

That's why we're late

with the bills.

- That's why?

All right,

I'll tell you what.

How about this month,

we have no bills at all, huh?

What do you say?

There, look, no bills at all.

How about that?

Yeah?

How about that?

How about that, huh, margaret?

- What the hell is wrong

with you?

- You happy now?

- Jesus... Christ.

- Your garbage can get out

of town.

This is gonna be the cleanest

f***ing neighborhood

that you ever saw, and if

the christmas hits are right,

it's gonna stay that way.

- Another dedicated

public servant heard from.

- Mock though you will.

Just remember, certain people

are wasting their lives

in college, while I'm

pulling down 10 gs a year.

- Yeah,

you'll be pulling something.

- Brian.

I told you he'd be here.

It's like when the swallows

return to captain strano.

- Hey, shorty.

Can you put these up somewhere

where people can see them?

- What am I,

your own personal billboard?

- Hey, do we get a discount

to this concert, or what?

- Who says you're invited?

- Oh, look, he's hobnobbing

with the showbiz crowd.

He doesn't need us no more.

- You guys seen todd?

- Look at this.

I stand before him

in the uniform

of my chosen profession,

and you can only ask

about college boy?

- Some people just don't get

excited over garbage, jerry.

- You passed the physical.

- Yeah.

- They had to give him oxygen.

- Only for an hour...

Once I stopped crying.

- That's great, jerry.

- Not only did I make it,

but I made it

in the top ten percentile.

How about that,

college boy?

- The man knows garbage.

- The man eats garbage.

- So will you if your house

is on my route, you f***.

- As long as you're on the job,

jerry,

why don't you take care of this?

- Hey.

- Oh, wow, look.

It's my first bag of garbage,

and it came from you.

- No,

most of it came from you.

- New york city department

of sanitation coming through.

Hot garbage here,

hot garbage.

- Doing all right?

- Yeah,

how about you?

- Yeah.

Hey, listen, I...

I heard this somewhere.

I don't even remember where now,

like, maybe on tv or something,

that when you hear back

from a college,

if they send you

a thick envelope,

it means that you got in,

and if they send you

a skinny one,

it means that you didn't.

Is that true?

- Usually,

a thick one is yes.

They send you all sorts of forms

and paperwork and sh*t.

The thin one is no,

straight to the point.

- That's what I thought.

- It's all right.

Don't worry.

No, we're good.

We're good.

Come on.

- Whoa.

- You all right?

Come on.

Here.

There we go.

- What?

- What?

- Just trying to picture

your brother doing this.

That's all.

Probably sh*t in his pants

by now.

- He's been with me before.

He could do it if he had to.

- Bullshit.

That kid's a f*ggot

through and through.

- Who the f*** are you

to say that?

- What?

- What the f*** do you know

about my brother?

- I know he's a p*ssy.

Everybody knows that.

- You keep your f***ing mouth

shut about brian.

- What?

I saw you call him a fag

to his face, and you were right.

- I can say what I want

about my brother.

You f***ing can't.

What motherfuck...

- F***ing step here,

danny.

You know where I've been

the last eight f***ing months?

I've cut guys

for a lot less than that.

- F*** you.

I don't give a f***

where you been.

You f***ing pull a knife on me,

you better use it quick,

you little c*nt.

- On your feet.

Let me see your hands.

Let's see both hands.

All right,

stay right there.

Keep 'em up.

- I can't take a pinch,

danny.

I'm on parole.

I could do hard time.

- Keep your hands up.

- Tell them I mugged you.

I dragged you in the alley.

I tried to take your money.

- I got my gun on me,

all right?

I'm f***ed anyway.

- Thanks, danny.

- Don't you ever f***ing

come near me again.

- What are you a**holes

doing here?

- Yeah, that's right.

He's my son.

What for?

Where?

What precinct?

Sergeant mckeene, yeah.

Thank you, yeah.

Yes.

Brian.

Brian!

Brian.

Damn it.

Brian!

Brian.

Damn it,

brian!

Brian.

Brian!

Brian.

Brian!

Brian.

Didn't I tell you

not to come down here?

Didn't I?

What the hell are you doing

down here?

Your brother's been arrested.

You better go get your father.

- So when she gets home,

she's wearing a-

like, a mouse.

Anyway, he says,

"jesus, katie.

What the hell happened to you?"

And she said,

"I don't know.

"I asked mrs. Garber,

I said,

"'mrs. Garber,

what's a specimen? '

"And she told me to go piss

in a bottle.

"So I told her to go sh*t

in her hands,

and that's when

the fight started. "

- I'll see ya.

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