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Chapter 12
Somebody’skiddin’you.Youwantthattireordon’tya?
Gottotakeit,but,Jesus,mister,itcutsintoourmoney!Weain’tgotmuchleft.
Well,Iain’tnocharity.Takeheralong.
Gotto,Iguess.Let’slookherover.Openherup,looka’thecasing—youson-of-a-bitch,yousaidthecasingwasgood.She’sbrokedamnnearthrough.
Thehellsheis.Well—byGeorge!HowcomeIdidn’seethat?
Youdidseeit,youson-of-a-bitch.Youwantachargeusfourbucksforabustedcasing.I’dliketotakeasockatyou.
Nowkeepyourshirton!Ididn’seeit,Itellyou.Here—tellyawhatI’lldo.I’llgiveyathisoneforthree-fifty.
You’lltakeaflyingjumpatthemoon!We’lltrytomakethenex’town.
Thinkwecanmakeitonthattire?
Gotto.I’llgoontherimbeforeI’dgivethatson-of-a-bitchadime.
Whatdoyathinkaguyinbusinessis?Likehesays,heain’tinitforhishealth.That’swhatbusinessis.What’dyouthinkitwas?Fella’sgot—Seethatsign’longsidetheroadthere?ServiceClub.LuncheonTuesday,ColmadoHotel?Welcome,brother.That’saServiceClub.Fellahadastory.Wenttooneofthemmeetingsan’toldthestorytoallthembusinessmen.Says,whenIwasakidmyol’mangivemeahalteredheiferan’saystakeherdownan’githerserviced.An’thefellasays,Idoneit,an’ever’timesincethenwhenIhearabusinessmantalkin’aboutservice,Iwonderwho’sgettin’screwed.Fellainbusinessgottoliean’cheat,buthecallsitsomepinelse.That’swhat’simportant.
