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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.

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