I went upstairs, and found Badd Bart looking like a cross between Orson Wells and Jabba the Hutt. He was 20% legit, he worked for Zynga. He gave Y Town its pungency. He heaved his face up, red eyes rolling around little fat hammocks. “Spade. I heard you were in town. Did I ever tell you that the sight of you makes me sick?” “Well, just use your own sink... the one you launder your dough in.” “If you’re here to tell me to sell the joint to Big Viking, don’t bother. I kind of like seeing things die.” “I’ve seen a lot of hard boiled eggs in my day,” I muttered, but you’re a 20 minuter. If you smelled any worse you’d make a skunk cry.”
Posted on: Sat, 10 May 2014 04:00:11 +0000
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