I didnt have a dollar in my fg pocket.
At that point I said, F it, you know?
What kind of a fg manager are you?
They didnt end up needing to, of course, but still…I hope they got laid.
My brain really was fg bleeding out my ear.
When I finally came out of it, myfirst words were, I can spell elephant.
I guess I felt like aRingling Brother.
We keep that s in the family.
Horses and me, we dont get on too well.
Iwouldnt f with a horse.
If a horse dissed me, I wouldnt sayanything back.
He had me face-down on somebodys lawn, with cuffs on.
You little white boy?
I had thesesmall hoops on, and he just ripped them out.
He made Proof eat grass,literally took grass and shoved it in his mouth.
page 128
There are also a couple of real gems in the chapterEW excerptedin our Oct. 24 issue.
Anyone else read this book yet?
