Requiem for a Dream Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Hubert Selby Jr.
made the room look as if a small part of light blue sky
had somehow fallen into the room. Sheeit, ah dont care what was in
the stuff, ah wants to know whats he gonna do with it? He got to find
it first. There was one here yesterday that was a real doll, man. I
mean gorgeous. A real knockout. A redhead. A real redhead, and built
like a brick shithouse. She had a pair like this and a ass that didnt
quit. Fred looked and spoke as eagerly as the dope allowed him,
No shit man? How old was she? Hey, what could I tellya? About
nineteen or twenty. Sheeit, aint this a bitch? This mutha worryin how
old she is. Hes got scruples man, he dont wanna get caught with
anyone underage. Right Fred? Everyone was grinning as broadly as
possible and chuckling, their heads bouncing and bobbing. Where is
she? Maybe Fred'd like to meater, MEAT? Betty was shaking her head
and chuckling, You know something, you guys are sick. Hey, dont knock
it. Its ecologically sound. Ya gotta recycle everything man. The
faces still grinned and the heads still bobbed and the laughter got a
little louder. Sheeit, yoe honky ass mutha fuckas is weird jim, ah
mean weird. Yawl sound like a bunch a guhd-damn cannibals. Hey man,
whats all the static? I was just askin a friendly question. The
laughter was getting a little louder and a little more energetic.
Watch she die of? Who said she was dead? She was a visitor,
har, har, har. The heads stopped bobbing and started shaking. Thats
pretty good, eh?
Really had ya goin, didnt I? Yoe know somethin jim?
youse got the right job cause yoe haid is daid baby, an ah means
daid. A hand reached up and turned the volume of the radio up and the
music worked its way through the blue smoke and over the chuckling
and laughter. Hey, that's mah man wailin. Everyone was nodding at the
lyrics. Yeah, tellem baby, we sure do need someone to lean on. O,
lean on me baby, lean on me! You dig what that mutha say about her
breas be always open? What kind a weirdo is that, she close her legs?
Hey Angel, why dont you be cool man. Everyones eyes were half closed
from the smoke and dope, and their faces kept twisting and grinning
as they leaned into the words. Hey baby, you got some space for me in
your parking lot? Fred grinned and made a few clacking noises, and
Lucy continued to keep her attention on the stream of smoke bending
up from her cigarette, digging the difference between the color
of the smoke coming out of the lit end and the other end. Lay some of
that coke and sympathy on me an fine out sucker. There was some
giggling, Oooooo, that one bad bitch jim. They were all suddenly
silent as they listened through the dream on lines, each in their own
way thinking they didnt need anyone to dream on, that this boss shit
did the job just fine. . . .
Then they all twisted into the next lines and giggled
and snickered and grinned, Yeah, now youre talkin man, I need someone
to cream on. Yeah, do it to me baby, uh huuuu. Lucy squinted in Freds
direction, Doan look at me baby, betta see your mammy. The others
worked into a slight giggle. Oooooo, she bad jim. Fred giggled as
loud as he could, but still couldnt hear it himself. He tried to look
at Lucy but couldnt raise his head, saving his energy to poke at his
cigarette. The singing continued and they listened and savored each
word and rolled it around in their heads. Harry put a new cigarette
in his mouth and reached over to take Tyrones to light it, but Tyrone
moved his head away and tossed him a pack of matches. Harry looked at
them for a moment, then slowly picked them up and went through the
process of taking a match out, igniting it, raising it as high as he
could and lowering his head as much as possible, then lighting his
cigarette. O yeah, take it all baby, jus doan fuck with mah haid. O
what pleasant com pan eee. Hey man, play that again. Why, who do you
want to bleed on now? Sheeit, ah doan care just sos it aint mah
blood. Man, the only blood I wanna see is in my dropper just before
had somehow fallen into the room. Sheeit, ah dont care what was in
the stuff, ah wants to know whats he gonna do with it? He got to find
it first. There was one here yesterday that was a real doll, man. I
mean gorgeous. A real knockout. A redhead. A real redhead, and built
like a brick shithouse. She had a pair like this and a ass that didnt
quit. Fred looked and spoke as eagerly as the dope allowed him,
No shit man? How old was she? Hey, what could I tellya? About
nineteen or twenty. Sheeit, aint this a bitch? This mutha worryin how
old she is. Hes got scruples man, he dont wanna get caught with
anyone underage. Right Fred? Everyone was grinning as broadly as
possible and chuckling, their heads bouncing and bobbing. Where is
she? Maybe Fred'd like to meater, MEAT? Betty was shaking her head
and chuckling, You know something, you guys are sick. Hey, dont knock
it. Its ecologically sound. Ya gotta recycle everything man. The
faces still grinned and the heads still bobbed and the laughter got a
little louder. Sheeit, yoe honky ass mutha fuckas is weird jim, ah
mean weird. Yawl sound like a bunch a guhd-damn cannibals. Hey man,
whats all the static? I was just askin a friendly question. The
laughter was getting a little louder and a little more energetic.
Watch she die of? Who said she was dead? She was a visitor,
har, har, har. The heads stopped bobbing and started shaking. Thats
pretty good, eh?
Really had ya goin, didnt I? Yoe know somethin jim?
youse got the right job cause yoe haid is daid baby, an ah means
daid. A hand reached up and turned the volume of the radio up and the
music worked its way through the blue smoke and over the chuckling
and laughter. Hey, that's mah man wailin. Everyone was nodding at the
lyrics. Yeah, tellem baby, we sure do need someone to lean on. O,
lean on me baby, lean on me! You dig what that mutha say about her
breas be always open? What kind a weirdo is that, she close her legs?
Hey Angel, why dont you be cool man. Everyones eyes were half closed
from the smoke and dope, and their faces kept twisting and grinning
as they leaned into the words. Hey baby, you got some space for me in
your parking lot? Fred grinned and made a few clacking noises, and
Lucy continued to keep her attention on the stream of smoke bending
up from her cigarette, digging the difference between the color
of the smoke coming out of the lit end and the other end. Lay some of
that coke and sympathy on me an fine out sucker. There was some
giggling, Oooooo, that one bad bitch jim. They were all suddenly
silent as they listened through the dream on lines, each in their own
way thinking they didnt need anyone to dream on, that this boss shit
did the job just fine. . . .
Then they all twisted into the next lines and giggled
and snickered and grinned, Yeah, now youre talkin man, I need someone
to cream on. Yeah, do it to me baby, uh huuuu. Lucy squinted in Freds
direction, Doan look at me baby, betta see your mammy. The others
worked into a slight giggle. Oooooo, she bad jim. Fred giggled as
loud as he could, but still couldnt hear it himself. He tried to look
at Lucy but couldnt raise his head, saving his energy to poke at his
cigarette. The singing continued and they listened and savored each
word and rolled it around in their heads. Harry put a new cigarette
in his mouth and reached over to take Tyrones to light it, but Tyrone
moved his head away and tossed him a pack of matches. Harry looked at
them for a moment, then slowly picked them up and went through the
process of taking a match out, igniting it, raising it as high as he
could and lowering his head as much as possible, then lighting his
cigarette. O yeah, take it all baby, jus doan fuck with mah haid. O
what pleasant com pan eee. Hey man, play that again. Why, who do you
want to bleed on now? Sheeit, ah doan care just sos it aint mah
blood. Man, the only blood I wanna see is in my dropper just before