Take our time with it, taste the barley, let it linger. I haven't had a drink in two years, but I'll have one with you, one last whisky with my boy. These towns out in the desert, you know why they got there? People wanted to get way from somewhere else. So we drive west, keep driving till we find a nice little town. You find the silence out there, you find the peace. No madmen cursin' or pissin' in the streets. Nothin' but sand and rocks and cactus and blue sky. Every man, woman, and child alive should see the desert one time before they die. Just enough money for gas, sandwiches, and coffee, but we made it. I drove out west with your mother one time, before you was born. Mountains, hills, cows, farms, and white churches. You've never been west of Philly, have ya? This is a beautiful country Monty, it's beautiful out there, like a different world.You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck! Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the Brownstones in Park Slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in SoHo. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx Bombers.I gave her my trust, and she stabbed me in the back. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your 72 whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence.And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. And don't even get me started on the Dominicans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Adelphia! Worldcom! Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe motherfuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck me? Fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it.
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