sweating the day thing!
Did you actually think I could pull a carton of smokes out of my ass in a day's time?
PLEASE! I'm workin' here!!
OK - so I sold my E, G and C harp - got enough to trade for a carton, but before I left the cell, I had an idea.
Maybe I should be in the driver's seat for a while - see how that turns out!
I took five packs and left five packs - that should give me the leverage I needed.
I stood in the yard.
The guys were working out, hanging around talking - planning who was gonna get gutted next with a kitchen tray ground down into a blade...
I jumped a foot.
"Dammit man! Can't you come up like most folks?"
"If I was like most folks, I wouldn't be here..."
"Got the smokes?"
I took a Cary Grant moment.
I surveyed the sky - the heavens. Looked at the horizon, which consisted of the wall and the guard towers.
"Yeah, but half..."
"Half, my ass..."
He looked around...
"What's your deal here?"
"Not no deal. Just want to see the merchandise, then you get the rest."
He nodded, smiled and laughed.
"Damn, for an ass-cherry you're pretty good. OK - we'll work your way...for now..."
"Umm," I said, "Aren't we supposed to be talking about this guy now?"
"Nope. I gotta go for a little while, but for now, consider this a down payment for your smokes..."
He slipped me a piece of paper and disappeared.
I looked around,
making sure I was safe, then I took a look...