yeah, jack, alright. hey-- nice t'meet you. rip reed.
okay, good, good, c'mon, c'min.
where's your third? this was a troika, no?
hey, hey how r'ya, rip reed.
so jack tells me you're both ex-cops?
man the stories you guys must tell. i grew up soft myself, private schools, little blazers, you "talked it out" nobody threw punches, t'this day, never been hit with a fist, imagine that, huh?
pretty much a panty-waste, trembling little faggot-fairy when i smell trouble-- and i don't say this to be self-deprecating, i just don't have much of an opinion about myself, i mean, shit, i wish i was a lot more like you guys, barfighters, big swinging dicks, gettin' it done. sadly. this is it. it's. disgusting. thanks god, dogpile a piss-poor physique with an small cock and hereditary alcoholism! 'preciate it! okay, i'm babbling, i do this when i drink, forgive the rants, let's get at it here. this wanted felon fucking prick bastard buddy israel and the nearly one million dollar bail bond.
that confidence translates bro, seriously, it does! out-standing!
i'm a lawyer, y'know, i need to hear these things, little boosts, helps allay my fears, i pass that piece of mind along to my partners. alright, so, couple primers for you guys, maybe things we might've looked past that you should know about. his hangers-on, these idiots israel runs with, they're all "packing heat" "strapped" whatever the phrase is. point two, israel likes hookers, so you might run into a harem up there. point three: he binges between a six- to-seven thousand dollar a day cocaine habit that nobody knows about, so he
and those hookers, will most likely be high. he also drinks, self- medicates, the whole cliche, y'know? the strung out hasbeen jerkoff snitch drunk. the seven-layer loser. i'm praying he puts up a fight, please, please, please, rape him if possible, i'll-pay-the-extra-whatever--
yeah-yeah-yeah. fucking hell, this feels great! yeah!? doesn't it!
okay, we had a retainer, for services to be rendered. fifty thousand dollars.
holy shit, shit, shit.