So it was me, Bobby, Loogie and Joe, sitting at the bar, Bobby says 'Go!'. As per usual I'm way too high, when I get this high as per usual I rarely ask why. I get in the car, too fucked to steer, get in the rear, crack a beer, Loogie drives Bobby navigator, hit the West side all accelerator.
A convenience store, we park fast, Bobby's got a sawed off, puts on a mask, runs in the store, I pop a couple percs, ya hang with Bobby ya know how that shit works. Everybody's tweeking, luckily no shots, Bobby exits, luckily no cops, sirens on our tail, they start to fade, we shot out the cameras we could have got made.
Bobby's got a bag, counting bills, I got the jitters, so I pop some more pills, Bobby's counting, says 3 grand, signals to the right with a gesture of his hand. Hit the turnpike heading east, 3 thousand clams heading for a feast, where we going is anybody's guess, I hear a strange voice it's the GPS. App on the phone says exit 33, Bobby screams, 'A not B!'
Hit the curb, bounce and skid, in front of St. Augies the hospital for kids, we go round the back where we park, see the rear door hidden in the dark. He makes a call, the door turns light, Bobby was talking to that cat Manuel from last night. We exit the car, walk down the hall, the hospital smell, so high I fall. Invisible to nurses, it's like we're gone, we hit the elevator, I'm thinking what's going on?
A little girl, hooked up to machines, Bobby's staring with a look I never seen. Puts the cash on the bed, pulls up a chair, I hear the name Clair as he's saying prayers. Gives Manny a hug, leaves the money on the bed, you know I caught that shit, I pop more meds. We're drifting now, quiet in the night, GPS says 2 tenths make a right.
Now we're at a crack house, Woodbine and 4th, he's got the gun, heading for the door. We follow from the car, nothing but gloom, looking through the window, Bobby's in some room. Fires two shots, a man goes down, Bobby's all steel, 'that's for Clair you fucking clown'. I down more pills, back in the car, the GPS gets us back to the bar. No questions now, Bobby's moody when he's thinking, back at the Apocalypse, we get back to drinking. I go to the jukebox, play a Nick Cave tune, shit sounds real when you're high as the moon. Roll with Icarus man, getting close I guess.
