Cass

Jackie started the engine up an' I gave into the full luxury of a long owd nasty cough to get the blood outta me right lung where me bastard broken ribs ha' stuck in 'em. I did me best earlier an' fainted only once in the cab after I sucked down a entire bottle asprin dissolved in vodka t' dull the pain in the can at Micky-D's. Big Mamma Cass an 'er pals what kicked in me slats, done a right fuckin' professional job of it.

Good thing I'd fed so big on them two hoors Paolo a' Philippe or I'd be worse off than I were now. I didn't think Jackie heard the sounds o' me broken bones grindin' together over the radio as me body started pullin' itself back together like always. Already I could feel me new front teeth stickin' out a' me gums where dykes kicked me in face —'nother benefit a' me condition, yeh knows.

I didn' want me bird to know about that - not yet anyway. Some things yeh don't want to give out all 't once f' fear a' drivin' people away. Not everybody can take owd Cass as 'e truly be right away!

Anyway, she might ha' takin' me to th' nearest hospital, an then were would I be? Hospitals be bad places f' likes a' owd Cass, right bad places what with all those nosey doctors hangin' 'round! Doctors is one thing t' avoid, Cass learned all about doctors in 1947 th' hard way when he o.d.'ed on heroin cut wi' rat poison an' woke up in the middle of his own autopsy at some bastard teachin' hospital. Should ha' seen th' look on those intern's faces when I sat up screamin' bloody murder with me chest all open an' them pokin' round inside... Too bad, it might ha' been nice to have me Jackie an' maybe some nurses wi' really big tits fussin' over me...

So, I lays' there on 'er mattress, enjoyin' smellin' where she'd slept an' eatin' raw steak I'd stashed earlier, washin 't down wi' me last bottle a' bourbon t' speed up th' mendin' an' keep the blood hunger down to a dull roar in the background —shite but it hurts to chew when all yeh's got is bare gums up front!

S' a funny thing, 'er mattress, Paolo's smell weren't there, not a whiff! I smelled him in the other bedroom, an' she'd left all that shite behin' in New York. I know, he were queer, bu' some plays both ways when needs be.

Not that I woul' know anythin' 'bout that, aye?

That Paolo-hoor, glad he weren't stinkin' up me hidey hole anyway - made me fuckin' eyes water when I fed off'n 'im the other night. Had to brush me teeth three times and drink a bottle o' me Jackie's nail polish remover I foun' under her sink to get rid a' th' aftertaste of his 'spensive cologne!

Now, why would me Jackie put up w' all that shite when there were plenty a' good, steady reliable lads like Cass out there, willin' an' able to show her a good time?

Sometimes I'll never understand the female a' the species!