It was the first of the month
Vodka-man and me had just finished putting together a batch
making another killing
waiting outside the social security office
vodka cooked crack
t’was the season
most wonderful time
of the year
we were in Cork-town
hit a liquor story
“Hey brother, can you a spare dollar?”
“We’re hungry boss.”
We did better
spared a couple twenties
“God bless you, you boys. God is good!” they proclaimed
“Fuck god.” is what I said
“you’re sitting out here, hungry, cold and sober…so fuck god.”
“You can’t say that you’ll go to hell.”
“Oh yeah, I can see how much god loves with all that faith being exactly where you are.”
Vodka-man laughed at these antics as we entered the establishment
We came out with
Hoagies, chips, a dozen forties, two cartons of cigarettes
threw in some pot and quite a bit of rock
we handed them the boxes of stuff
“looks like two drug dealing atheists gave you more than god.”
“Man…fuck god.” one said
“yeah fuck god, brother.
Best early Christmas ever…
fuck god.”
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