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Show light Keys/14 bitch is not only an alchy, but every hemorhoid jockey on both coasts has got him bought off, I suspect cheap. No wonder the day sergeant was out here night before last. He came out to check up on Clyde and stayed late just to have me search all the lunchpails at quitting time, when the second shift came out the gate. Clyde never said do that. How was I supposed to know? I don't blame him though. I mean what are they going to do, steal a bunch of screwdrivers? A lot of those men have families and have worked hard all their lives. It's low and degrading. One of them said you better check this too and bent over and started peeling his pants down. Clyde threatened to goose him with a tire tool and everybody laughed. Even the day sergeant laughed. I laughed. I have just figured something out. You sure as hell can't catch thieves walking around with a billyclub. Jesus I have got one twice my size sitting on my doorstep right now. It's a problem of him catching me and if he does I am up shit creek. Listen to that, Genie. Listen to that. I am losing everything. I will blow the son of a bitch up. Explode the man. They won't be able to scrape enough of him up to feed a guppy. Genie please understand that I have gone as far as I can go and I have a key. The Explosives Room should have been straight behind the paint line but instead of the stairs it was a high walled lane and a maze of unlit storage rooms and he turned right, for a moment not recognizing the shapes gradually clarifying in the gray light: stacks of boat seats around the walls, foam padding, rolls of |
