Last Exit to Brooklyn - Hubert Selby Jr Read Online Free

gees on the first bench and what we
said was law. We even got sent to the hole tagether. A couplea creeps
wouldnt giveus the packages they got from home so we dumpedem. Im
tellinya, we was real tight man.
    The glory of having known someone killed by the
police during a stickup was the greatest event of his life and a
memory he cherished as would an aging invalid, at the end of a
disappointing life, a winning touchdown made at the end of the final
game of the season.
    Vinnie got kicks from refusing Georgette when she
tried to get him to take a walk with her, and from patting her on the
ass and telling her not now sweetheart. Maybe later. He felt good
having someone hot forim like that. Even if it is a fag. He followed
her over to the counter where she was sitting and, wetting his finger
and sticking it in her ear, laughed as she squirmed and giggled. Too
bad I didnt have-ya upstate. I had a couple a sweet kids but they
didnt have chips like this, patting her again on the ass and looking
at the others, smiling, and waiting for them to smile in appreciation
of his witticisms. It cost loot ta do me now sweet-chips, turning
once more to the others wanting to be certain that they understood
that Georgette was in love with him and that he could have her
anytime he wanted to, but, he was playing it cool, waiting for her to
give him loot before he condescended to allow her to do him; feeling
superior to the others because he knew Steve who had been killed by
the bulls, and because Georgette was smart and could snow them under
with words (at the same time hating anyone else who might use
polysyllabic words and thinking anyone who went to school was a
creep), but (mistaking in his dull, never to be matured mind, her
loneliness for respect of his strength and virility) she would never
try that with him.
    He followed Georgette out to the street turning to
laugh at the girl Georgette had insulted, sitting, trying desperately
to think of something to say, her rage manifest on her face and
thickening her tongue. She spit and called him a goddam faggot
bastard. Georgette turned, holding a cigarette between middle and
forefinger of the right hand, hand inverted and outstretched, left
hand on her hip and looking disdainfully at the flushed face, Whats
your excuse churl? did you leave your nature in the outter ring or in
a cesspool?
    Vinnie laughed trying to give the impression he dug
Georgettes remark (only vaguely aware that there may be something in
the remark he didnt understand) and pushed the girl back into her
chair as she started toward the door, and walked out and pinched
Georgette on the cheek, then took a cigarette from her pocket.
Whattayasay we take a walk? I might even letya do me. Oh, aren't you
the one though, hoping he was serious, trying in her finest
effeminate manner to act coy. I/ll only chargeya a fin, leaning
against the fender of a parked car looking through the open door into
the Greeks at the others, wanting to be certain they saw and heard.
Your generosity overwhelms me Vincent, smiling at his, My name is
Vinnie and can that Vincent shit, and wanting to have him even if she
did have to pay, but not wanting him on a business basis. She would
give him money if he wanted it, but not at that time; if she did it
would not only kill, or at least blur, the dream, but it would make
her his john and that would be unbearable, especially after having
waited so long. She knew he wouldnt go with her while the others were
there, fearing the jeers of queerbait, so was forced to wait and hope
the others might leave. Reasoning thus, yet hoping, in her
benzedrined mind, that she may be wrong and he would take her by the
arm and walk away with her, she continued the little game. I/ll have
you know that I have dozens of Johns who pay me, and not a paltry
five dollars either.
    I wont charge ya nothin Georgie, grabbing one of her
ears. Dont touch me Harry, you big freak, pushing his hand away and
slapping at it. Im not about to have sex with