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.."Snoddy ya ready ta go?" That was my best friend Dutchy. We were done selling for the day and now we were going to a bar for the night. "Yeah be ready in a sec." "Hurry up will ya?" I checked my hair one last time in the mirror making sure each strand was perfect and ran downstairs to meet Dutchy. We walked to the bar joking and kidding around as usual . We got there sat at our usual table, and ordered the usual, two beers. This would end up being to usual of a night. We started to get drunk, really drunk our usual drunk. We could handle it. We could even handle the hang over the next morning. But somethings we couldn't handle the next morning..
After a couple hours we left the bar. Now our usual kidding around had turned to our usual drunken banter. On our way back to the LH we ran into the Delancey brothers. This usually happens every night we get drunk. Which is often. We were so drunk we didn't remember as usual. We thought they were newsies. What happened was the usual, here is how it usually goes.
"Hey dere fellas, whatcha doin out dis late?" asked Dutchy. "Yeah youse out getting drunk too?" We both lapsed into a fit of drunk laughter. We thought ourselves to be hilarious. The Delancey's on the other hand didn't, but as usual they deciced to play along. "Naw wese jist out looking fer guys to beat up" said Oscar. "OH dats great well see ya in da morning." I was to drunk to realize what he said, as usual. Just as we started back towards the LH Morris stepped up. "Perhaps you didn't hear what me brudder here said" he sneered at us, "he said wese is looking for guys to beat up." Oscar interrupted " yeah and we jist found dem" As usual there words suddenly became clear but I was to drunk to do anything about it. I felt myself being punched, kicked to the ground and dragged into an alley, with Dutchy along side of me.
As usual they left us lying there till we woke up the next morning. We woke up with the usual hangover and unable to move. Slowly we got up and made out way to the LH. The walk we usually never finish at night. We walked into the LH to the usual commotion of the newsies waking up. But this morning it turns out would be anything BUT usual.
"Don't even tell me it happened again guys." "yeah uh sorry Kelly we won't let it happen again" that was the usual response. As we started to make our way upstairs we heard something different though. Instead of Kelly talking with Crutchy , he was still talking to us. "ya know fella's I've heard dat one to many times. This is the last time. Youre kicked outta da LH. Youse is given newsies a bad name." He stood there glaring out us with two bags in his hand. One for me and one for Dutchy. Dutchy grabbed his yelling "FUCK THIS" and stormed out. I stood in silence for awhile not sure what to do. Finally I grabbed my bag and walked out. This definitely wasn't the usual morning.
"Screw them, who needs em? We'll show dem. Our so called brothers." Dutchy muttered. I suddenly had a great idea for getting back at them. "Hey" I yelled "I have an idea lets go plan it out" We went into the nearest bar and started plotting. The next day the headline in the pape read. "Pair of boys found dead in an alley. They were beaten up and presumed drunk at time of death." Sometimes changing the usual can mean changing a life.
.."Snoddy ya ready ta go?" That was my best friend Dutchy. We were done selling for the day and now we were going to a bar for the night. "Yeah be ready in a sec." "Hurry up will ya?" I checked my hair one last time in the mirror making sure each strand was perfect and ran downstairs to meet Dutchy. We walked to the bar joking and kidding around as usual . We got there sat at our usual table, and ordered the usual, two beers. This would end up being to usual of a night. We started to get drunk, really drunk our usual drunk. We could handle it. We could even handle the hang over the next morning. But somethings we couldn't handle the next morning..
After a couple hours we left the bar. Now our usual kidding around had turned to our usual drunken banter. On our way back to the LH we ran into the Delancey brothers. This usually happens every night we get drunk. Which is often. We were so drunk we didn't remember as usual. We thought they were newsies. What happened was the usual, here is how it usually goes.
"Hey dere fellas, whatcha doin out dis late?" asked Dutchy. "Yeah youse out getting drunk too?" We both lapsed into a fit of drunk laughter. We thought ourselves to be hilarious. The Delancey's on the other hand didn't, but as usual they deciced to play along. "Naw wese jist out looking fer guys to beat up" said Oscar. "OH dats great well see ya in da morning." I was to drunk to realize what he said, as usual. Just as we started back towards the LH Morris stepped up. "Perhaps you didn't hear what me brudder here said" he sneered at us, "he said wese is looking for guys to beat up." Oscar interrupted " yeah and we jist found dem" As usual there words suddenly became clear but I was to drunk to do anything about it. I felt myself being punched, kicked to the ground and dragged into an alley, with Dutchy along side of me.
As usual they left us lying there till we woke up the next morning. We woke up with the usual hangover and unable to move. Slowly we got up and made out way to the LH. The walk we usually never finish at night. We walked into the LH to the usual commotion of the newsies waking up. But this morning it turns out would be anything BUT usual.
"Don't even tell me it happened again guys." "yeah uh sorry Kelly we won't let it happen again" that was the usual response. As we started to make our way upstairs we heard something different though. Instead of Kelly talking with Crutchy , he was still talking to us. "ya know fella's I've heard dat one to many times. This is the last time. Youre kicked outta da LH. Youse is given newsies a bad name." He stood there glaring out us with two bags in his hand. One for me and one for Dutchy. Dutchy grabbed his yelling "FUCK THIS" and stormed out. I stood in silence for awhile not sure what to do. Finally I grabbed my bag and walked out. This definitely wasn't the usual morning.
"Screw them, who needs em? We'll show dem. Our so called brothers." Dutchy muttered. I suddenly had a great idea for getting back at them. "Hey" I yelled "I have an idea lets go plan it out" We went into the nearest bar and started plotting. The next day the headline in the pape read. "Pair of boys found dead in an alley. They were beaten up and presumed drunk at time of death." Sometimes changing the usual can mean changing a life.