soul / math

It's been a black day. I'm in a black mood for doing black things. It started with the wake, when I had the man killed in the first place. Upstairs in my grand house the men do business in the smoking room, sharing cigars and trading battle-scars.

My life is a game of shaved dice - I run this town & I'm bringing in new muscle. Evil is a strong term, but I know you're right - I'm no good.

Get your coat on. This isn't four kids talking about bullets - we're shooting at dawn, & if you can hold your breakfast down you can hold down this job.

Take it? I'll take it. The racket? I run the racket.