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In an alley in any shitty, dirty city in this country, one bum holding a bleeding knot on his forehead, approaches a younger bum, picking through a Dumpster.
The younger one looks up from his search for cans and bottles long enough to notice the older ones fresh injuries. He sticks his head back into the dumpster before inquiring.
“What the fuck happened to you?”
“Heh, heh. You missed it. You missed it.”
An uncaring grunt from the trash bin followed.
“Heh, heh. You missed it. It was perfect, man, perfect.”
“All right, old man, what the fuck?” the younger one said begrudgingly pulling himself out of the bin. “Well?”
“Heh, heh. Well, you know that short, fuckin’ pig, Rivera?”
“No.”
“Heh, heh, well, anyway. He’s the fucker that’s always giving me shit, waking me up when I’m asleep on the grate over near that Citis Bank. Heh, heh, well, I went up to him this morning and I said, ‘Rivera, you ever give a better BJ then the one you gave me?’ Ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaaa, ha, haaaaaaaa,” then he started coughing and spitting up phlegm.
“And he didn’t know what to say, he just stood there,” the old man said recovering. “He says ‘no,’ he’s fucked up. He says ‘yeah,’ he’s fucked up. He don’t know what to say.”
“So what happened,” the younger man asked, finally mildly interested but not enough to stop him from dipping back into the bin looking for more potential nickels.
“He busted me across my head with his stick,” the older one said, touching his head as a reminder and sending a new torrent of blood and puss streaming down the side of his face. “God damn that hurts. Heh, heh. It was fuckin’ beautiful. Heh, heh. He had nothing to say. Heh, heh. Nothing to say.”
Another grunt.