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83. Rudy's Fix

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Down at the docks, the junkies trade stolen goods at throwaway prices. I got three rare vinyls, a pair of Oxfords with blood on them, and a shirt that said- What? The guy I bought it from was a neatly dressed, shifty eyed, forty-something. Bargaining was easy. How much? Fifty bucks. Nah, that's too much. How about ten? You're killing me. Alright. On Sunday, I wore my new shoes to mass. Up at the altar, Father Rudy recited prayers but his eyes were never steady. Quick glances all around the church, at the choir, the high ceiling and at me.

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