“You’ve slept with her, haven’t you?” he asked me, and added, “Don’t say who again or I’ll have them beat the shit out of you.”
That was a hell of an opening line and I tried to figure out what to say, but I didn’t have to answer because he kept on talking. “Best piece of ass I ever had, and I’ve had a lot of them,” he continued on. “She never stopped, just kept going and going like that fucking rabbit on TV, all you could do was hang on. Is that the way she was with you?” He smiled at me like we were talking it over in a bar and I almost nodded in agreement, remembering that first night with Mary. It must have shown on my face despite the blood and bruises from the beating because again he didn’t wait for my answer and continued on, “Yeah, she was great, wasn’t she? Like I said, the best I ever had, and I’ll bet she was the best you’ve ever had too, am I right?”
I just sat there, waiting for him to continue.
“I’ll never be able to do it again,” he said. “Look at me, nothing works below my belt, I can’t even crap for myself. That god damn pornographer, Larry Flynt, he got what he deserved, but why me? I go to Mass every Sunday rain or shine, I’m heavy in the collection box, I give lots of dough to the poor, I raised money to build the hospital here in Vegas, you name it and I’ve done it, and look what God gave me in return.”
March 19th, 2007 at 9:11 am
You’re like all of them, the philantropists, give a lot of money to something and expect it to wash away your sins. The priest after Mass may shake your hand because you give the church money but he washes his hand after shaking yours because he knows where your money came from. Build all the hospitals you want, you’re still going to hell.
March 20th, 2007 at 10:54 am
All the money in the world won’t help you when your dead. So what if your name is on a couple of hospitals and libraries. You’re still bad.
March 26th, 2007 at 1:49 pm
Hey Tony, God gave you exactly what you deserve. No one can help you now and you don’t even know it. You’re miserable and truly bad to the bone. Help yourself, man —pray, boy, pray.
April 2nd, 2007 at 3:41 pm
Will you all get off my back? Wait till you need a hospital and you’ll thank me for building it. Sure, my money’s dirty,so what? You should see them all kiss up to me. Governors, senators, bishops, do-gooders with their hands out, they all come to me and smile and grovel to get a few bucks. They’re not kidding me a bit and neither are you. You’d be kissing it up too if you thought you could get a few bucks out of me.