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Yeah, Gallagher admits, yeah
Listen, I've had my eye on you, Roy, you're okay, I can see wheah you'd have a future heah, you just got to show the boys you're a willin' workehI know y'are but you got to prove it to themI'll tell ya what, the primary's comin' up in another month, and theah's a lot of leg work got to be done, givin' out the pamphlets, and havin' a couple of boys in the crowd to do a little yellin' when one of our candidates is makin' a speech, we'll tell you when
Yeah, that's okay
Sure, listen, theah's money to be made in this, you know you stick with the boys theah's always a lot of jobs, a lot of easy gelt, you'll be a big guy someday, I'll say I knew you when, I can see right off and I'm a student of human nature, you got to be in this racket, that chanel quilted bags you got the stuff for politics, you know, chaaarm
I'll be puttin' in my nights here
That's it, how old are ya now? Close to eighteen, by the time you're twenty you'll be making ten times what you are now
On the way home, he meets a girl he has talked to once or twice, and he stops to banter with her
I'm tired of my job, I'm gettin' a better one, he bursts out
What?
Something big
You're mysterious, Roy, cut the kiddin'(He can think of nothing to say Yeah, I'm on my way, I'm going places(He looks at her, lights a cigarette with elaborate nonchalance, swaggers self-consciously(He looks at her again, and feels panicky
When he is twenty, he has a new job, he works in a warehouse(Roy, you done a lotta work, Steve Macnamara has said to him, don't let anyone tell ya different, and the boys appreciate it, you're goin' placesHe makes himself say, Yeah, but Whitey's on the payroll, I done as much work as himNow, listen, Roy, listen, replica chanel cc earrings don't let anyone hear ya talkin' like that, Jesus, they'll be thinkin' you're a sorehead, you built up a name heah for yourself, you don't want to be takin' chances with it
One night he goes out to Cambridge to see a girl, but she has stood him upHe ends by walking through the streets, and wandering along the banks of the CharlesThe goddam bitch, none of them can fool me, they all put out for the right guy, but they just don' gimme a chance, the caards are stacked against me, it's the goddam breaks I just never get themI work my ass off at the club, and what does it get me?
He sits down on a bench, and looks at the water languidly flowingThe lights from the Harvard Houses are reflecting in itWork your ass off, work, work, work, and who the hell gives a damn, you're just stuck, if I'd had some big dough she'da been waitin' around for me, and with her legs ready to spread too, I bet she ran off with some Jewboy who's got the doughI d |