Near Harvard Square T Stop, 5:55 pm

I decides to walk around the corner to grab a refill for that coffee at Christy's while Georgy plays. On the way in, I pass by this black guy who wants ME to tip HIM cause he opened the door. What a crockashit, but I don't have time to argue, so I just do my business and leave. Damn lids never fit right on the cups there.

Anyway, I'm followin' this girl (unintentionally, me and Toots is happily married for 19 years) on the way back to where me and Georgy is set up. I thinks to myself, Now them's one of them Hahvahd brains. She's all diggin' around in her purse, and drops some green behind her. Of course I pick up the bill. It's a fifty. I jam it in my pocket an keep walkin like I didn't see nothin.

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