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"You out of your gourd?" Steve Lucas barked the next morning. "What makes you think I have three hundred bucks?"

"Come on ass wipe.; You have every last penny anyone ever gave you."

"And I'm telling you I don't have it!" He spit on the ground in front of my feet.

"Don't bullshit a bullshitter." I shoved him before spitting in front of his feet.

"Let's say I have three hundred bucks, why should I give it to you?"

"Loan me," I corrected.

"Yeah right! I'd have a better chance of getting my money back if I threw it into the Schuylkill."

"Douche bag," I snapped.

"What's your point?"

"You're a Jew, that's my point!" I exclaimed.

"No, Katzenmoyer is a Jew; I'm a smart business man." Steve Lucas said.

"I'd loan you the money in a heart-f'ing-beat." We stood behind each other's luggies, staring each other down.

Steve shook his head. "I wouldn't get into this kind of mess. What you're saying is total monkey shit."

"You're total monkey shit!" I hissed. "You suck the big one. Don't lend me the money dickhead, see if I ever lift a finger to help your sorry ass. When I croak, Katzenmoyer will handle the arrangements. Cheap Prick!" I cracked Steve across the side of his head, sending him to the ground. I stormed away yelling next time I'd beat his ass till he shit nickels.

When I stepped into the lobby Jenny ambushed me. "Got the money?"

"Is it Friday? "NOT!"

"You better have it," Jenny warned.

"I have it," I hissed. "Why would I give it to you a day early?"

She stared me down. Her moustache grew thicker overnight, I thought, "Meet me in front of the Jr. High tomorrow morning, 7:45 sharp. Don't diss me; you do, you'll have hell to pay." She used to be such a timid little mouse, I thought watching her saddlebags waddle into the crowd.

Standing against the lobby wall I considered bank robbery. I imagined walking into Beyford first national bank armed with a note and my hand in my jacket pocket, only to be laughed out of the bank by elderly tellers. "Hey Myrtle, get a load of this: Peter Puny Prick demands quality quantities quick - ha, maybe if he didn't have such a dime store dick he wouldn't be in such a fix." I can't even rob a bank in my imagination, I thought.