Requiem for a Dream by Hubert Selby Jr. Read Free Book Online

a whole string of runny nosed dope fiens off en our shit for us.
Yeah, thats the only way to go man. Ive seen cats get strung out and
they blow their whole scene and end up in the slammer. Sheeit, we too
smart for that baby. Yeah, they slapped palms. So where do we get the
bread? Ah dont know baby, but ah dont want to go rippin nobody off.
Ah aint been in no joint an ah wants to keep it that way. O man, be
cool. What am I, a ganggester? The old ladys TV is one thing, but a
robberys something else. We could sell hot dogs. Yeah sure, whos
gonna push the cart? Doan look at me baby, ahs a salesman. Hahaha,
what a scene that would be ... jesus, I could see you openin the bun
and me floppin a hot dog in an then we flip a coin to see who puts
the mustard on. Well, lease we wouldnt be hongry. Well man, I aint
worried about that. Comeon, Ty, think. There must be a way we can
pick up a couple a yards in a hurry. They smoked, and squinted and
scratched, then Tyrone flipped his butt away and rubbed his head,
sort of stroking it to activate the gray matter . . . and relieve any
itch he might have. You know, theres a couple of dudes that goes down
to the newspaper like four or five in the mornin and shapes up to
load trucks. How much they get? Ah doan know man, but ah do know that
theys always wearin some fine threads an driven some really pretty
shorts. Yeah? Harry looked at Tyrone for a minute. Hmmmmmmm. Whatta
ya think? Tyrone was still rubbing his head, but now he was more or
less caressing it. Well man, ah tellya, ah aint so hot on that workin
shit, ah mean ah dont like it any more than you. Yeah . .. five
oclock in the mornin. Jesus. I thought even bartenders were asleep at
that time . . . but. . . Harry continued to stare and Tyrone C. Love
continued to rub. Whatta ya think? Ah doan know baby. . . . But ah
guess we could sort of maybe go see whats happenin down there. Harry
shrugged, Shit, why not? Tyrone stopped rubbing his head and slapped
Harrys hand then Harry slapped his and they got up and strolled from
the grass to the path, then along the path through the park to the
street as a couple of sparrows swooped down to claim a few
Crackerjack crumbs. Harry figured he'd go home while they were
working so he'd be sure to get up on time. If I tell the old lady I
got a job she'll be sure to get me up. I guess we'll have ta get up
about four, eh? to be sure to get there on time . . . four oclock in
the morning, that seems impossible. Then jus think a that piece a
pure shit baby, thatll get your ass up. Then you come by mah crib an
get me up. You bet your sweet ass. If I have to get up youre gonta
get up. They laughed and slapped palms and Harry was about to turn to
go and get ready to start the new routine that would make them big
time dealers, when they spotted a friend rushing along the street.
Hey, whats happening baby? You look like the man is afta you. Whats
the rush? You know Little Joey, the cat with the ripped ear? Yeah,
sure. From across the avenue. Yeah, thats the dude. He an Tiny an
some other cat just copped from Windy and before Joey emptied the
dropper he was gone jim. O.d. just like that. They say he just had a
tase an he was out. So Tiny horns a little just to be cool, ya know,
an he gets wasted jim. No shit? You straight? Ya goddamn right. Why
ya think Im hustlin my ass over to Windys? I wanna get there before
he finds out what he has jim. That mutha fucka got a habit thats so
long even mule piss wouldnt get him high. Harry and Tyrone joined in
the rush to Windys. They could always go to work some other time, but
you dont always get a chance to score for some dyn a mite shit like
this.
    The next night they still had some stuff left, it was
that good. Man, somebody sure did screw up. That stuff shoulda been
cut at least a half dozen times. Sheeit, there better not be too much
around jim or theres gonna be a lot a daid dudes in this town. Man,
whats a couple a more stiffs in this town? Sheeit, they drive the man
nuts