We hurled it up off the floor. 10 foot high/ four across.
Like a crucifix. It was.
I’d driven in from Damascus. 6-inch bloody nails. The first:
the head bent on the third
blow so I had to claw the cunt off and Jimmy’s giving me shit: hit
the fuckin thing straight. Christ
the man’s in mortal fucking pain but otherwise taking it good.
Cursing under his breath. That’s all.
Fuck me some days I wish it was me but I’m not fit
to even cry & I got no business to.