The Financial Lives Of the Poets

CHAPTER 27

Monte: (UNINTELLIGIBLE)

CI OH-2: Monte, I-

Monte: Good timing, I just finished bagging it.

CI OH-2: No, listen-

Monte: Each of these zips is a quarter. Eight is two pounds, ninth makes two-and-a-quarter, minus what you already got. So, do you want to weigh ’em or-

CI OH-2: Would you listen to me, Monte? I’m trying to tell you: I don’t want this anymore. I’m quitting. I want my money back. I’m-

Monte: That’s funny, Slippers. So you give any more thought to buying this place?

CI OH-2: No, I told you. I’m out.

Monte: I thought you was looking into one-a-them (UNINTELLIGIBLE)

CI OH-2: Consortium, Monte. The word is consortium. Now listen carefully to me. That’s not happening. You can’t sell this place. You need to just walk away while you still can. Give me back my money and quit…you too, Jamie-

Monte: That’s why I need you to buy me out so I can-

CI OH-2: No, you don’t understand-

Monte: I know what you’re saying, Slippers. I knew that shit was high. It was Dave’s idea, starting at four. I wanted to start at three, end up around two-eight, right? So how about that? Two-eight? That sound better?

CI OH-2: Listen carefully, Monte. I am done. I just want my money back.

Monte: What the fuck you-money back?

CI OH-2: This whole thing…the cops…they (UNINTELLIGIBLE)…you guys…Jamie, you need to get fifty miles away from here. Away from Dave. He’s-

CI OH-1: Come on, Slippers. Stop talking shit-

Monte: What the fuck is he (UNINTELLIGIBLE)

CI OH-1: Nah, don’t listen to that shit, Monte. Dude’s just freaking out is all. Slippers all paranoid and shit-

CI OH-2:-see this watch?

CI OH-1: Come on, Slippers. You’ll feel better out in the car.

Get your shit and let’s go.

Monte: Wait, I want to know what he means-

CI OH-1: What he means? Dude don’t mean shit. He’s just freakin’. I told you-

CI OH-2: No, listen to me-

CI OH-1: Shut the fuck up, Slippers! Get your weed and let’s go.

(UNINTELLIGIBLE YELLING, A DOOR SLAMS.)

Monte: What are you doing here? We’re moving this shit.

Eddie: Ask him what the fuck I’m doing here.

CI OH-2: (Unintelligible)

Eddie: What have you done, you snitch fuck?

(UNINTELLIGIBLE YELLING)

Eddie: What the fuck are you smiling about?

CI OH-2: I was just thinking-who would win in a fight,

Godzilla or a tyrannosaurus?

Monte: Is it a real tyrannosaurus?

CI OH-1: That’s easy, yo. Godzilla…’cause of the lasers an’ shit.

Eddie: You think this is fuckin’ funny?

(UNINTELLIGIBLE)