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- "My Prayer to the Lord"
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An Excerpt From: "My Prayer to the Lord"
Me and Herbie the Irishman, we’re on the track grounds chewin’ the fat, me askin’ the Irishman what he likes and Herbie askin’ me what I like.
Well, well, who’s bunny-hoppin’ our way but JC Washington, the nigger, a horse junkie by trade. See, JC, he’s decoratin’ the tracks across America like a kosher pickle do a pastrami sandwich in a Jewish deli. Decked out in a white suit that’s turned gray from age, the celebrity’s balancin’ on his head a cage with a big green bird inside.
“JC,” I says, “what’s with the bird ridin’ on your coco? Bringin’ alon’ your personal handicapper, ha, ha, ha?” me, I says.
“Johnny,” says JC, “the bird in th’ cage, he ain’t no bird, maaan. Johnny, the bird in th’ cage’s a motherfuckin’ parrot.”
I says, “What the fuck the difference, JC? A parrot, he no bird, ha, ha, ha?” I says.
“My parrot, he very special, Johnny,” says JC. “See, my parrot, he know how to motherfuckin’ jive, an’ when my parrot start jivin’, he a jivin’ motherfucker,” says JC.
“You don’t say,” I says. Then I says, “You suppose your jivin’ parrot can lay on me and Herbie what he likes on the first, on account neither me or Herbie can come up with the winnin’ horse, ha, ha, ha?” I says.
“Johnny,” says JC, “need to have a word with you in private, if I may?” he says.
“Sure thin’,” I says and no sooner I says it I bite my tongue on account I know I’m in for a touch.
“Johnny,” JC says, his foul breath ticklin’ my ear.
I says, “Brother, you wanna talk or you wanna kiss me?” and I pull three yards away.
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