HERE'S MY DEAL
I manage to scale the walls by payday and then right
after that my job is taken away from me in a pullback.
So soon I'm broke again and back to riding shotgun
for the taxicab medallion police. Up and down the same
gross avenues for seventy-eight-fifty a day : the selfsame
photograph might be the same. Hookers. Pimps. People
dying. Runaway kids. Criminals and muggers. Beaten
mothers and exiled fathers. Cops on the take. Cops
on the prowl, thinking they can do no wrong. It's always
like the moment for someone really big to arrive has
arrived but no one ever arrives. A funny feeling of
lost potential and missed opportunity. I never
did get used to any of that at all.
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