paradicelost:
‘ at least i look good. yous ? not so much. – fuck you ! ‘ his face sours for a good 30 seconds before he’s grinning. that’s what brothers do. what brothers should do ! buddy now turns his attention to the man under his brother’s boot with more vigor than before. of course he knows what the fuck this is ! he ain’t goin’ to prison. he’s too fucking spoiled. buddy considers, then after a moment deals the man a none-too-gentle kick in the head.
‘ the fuck do yous know about professionalism ? i mean look at this, standin’ here still. we gotta beat it. ‘ that’s between guy and g(ale)od. buddy isn’t gettin’ in the way of that !
“you looks like a fuckin meatball, don’t kid yourself.” he’s laughing, though. as he says it. barely finishes saying it. that’s what brothers do, for sure. guy tosses buddy the bozo’s phone, it’s wiped. he can probably get a buck for it. better save up before he’s on the cast of orange is the new black. “gots your collar?” buddy’s slippin on his, got that little white clerical number around his neck.
“i knows, to wait up for my bonehead brother, tryna impress his boss by playin with his kids. or gnomes. whateva. tomato, tomata. let’s get. you drivin, or me pal?” gonna leave him hanging like that? where’s the brotherly love? gale’s a big bad you knows.
