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Chapter 7
Ifwesoldthatbargainatthatpricewe’dhardlymakeadime.Tell’emit’sjus’sold.Takeoutthatyardbatterybeforeyoumakedelivery.Putinthatdumbcell.Christ,whattheywantforsixbits?Rollupyoursleeves—pitchin.Thisain’tgonnalast.IfIhadenoughjalopiesI’dretireinsixmonths.
Listen,Jim,IheardthatChevvy’srearend.Soundslikebustin’bottles.Squirtinacouplequartsofsawdust.Putsomeinthegears,too.Wegottomovethatlemonforthirty-fivedollars.Bastardcheatedmeonthatone.Ioffertenan’hejerksmetofifteen,an’thentheson-of-a-bitchtookthetoolsout.GodAlmighty!IwishtIhadfivehundredjalopies.Thisain’tgonnalast.Hedon’tlikethetires?Tell’imtheygottenthousandin’em,knockoffabuckan’ahalf.
Pilesofrustyruinsagainstthefence,rowsofwrecksinback,fenders,grease-blackwrecks,blockslyingonthegroundandapigweedgrowingupthroughthecylinders.Brakerods,exhausts,piledlikesnakes.Grease,gasoline.
Seeifyoucanfindasparkplugthatain’tcracked.Christ,ifIhadfiftytrailersatunderahundredI’dcleanup.Whatthehellishekickin’about?Wesell’em,butwedon’tpush’emhomeforhim.That’sgood.Don’tpush’emhome.GetthatoneintheMonthly,Ibet.Youdon’tthinkhe’saprospect?Well,kick’imout.Wegottoomuchtodotobotherwithaguythatcan’tmakeuphismind.TaketherightfronttireofftheGraham.Turnthatmendedsidedown.Therestlooksswell.Gottreadan’everything.
