More on this book
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Fluorescent lights ignited on the ceiling in a pathetic attempt at unanimity, tracing detail into a massive, black-barked mulberry tree that towered above Jim, who was supine on a dewy floor of lush grass.
“Hold on, my boy. There’s no point in the two of us standing in this dank basement, me trying to convince you what is about to happen is about to happen and you not believing me until it does. If it’s all the same to you, I’d just as soon have occurrences justify themselves, and we can discuss the finer points afterward. It’s all part of the game.”
Maybe Ozzy was just trying to make you look good by comparison. A two by four looks like a PHD next to this guy. He’s battier than a Uruguayan cave, nuttier than a scrotum, loopier than an eight, more bananas than monkey shit, more cuckoo than—“ “I get it, Whip, thanks. But he’s still a man somewhere.” “Between the legs is my guess!”
The best way to show a man the value of something is to take it away from him. Reasons to stick around usually come, I gave you something to push against in the meantime. The peril had to be real.
You’re preparing for the big leagues here. Safety nets and training wheels are non fucking grata! This training, these tasks, are very, very important to get you ready. You’re still doughy in terms of character and fortitude, but less so after your trip to the Pacific.”
“Eh, not really. The Jap comes in a lot. I give him free drinks most nights. Doesn’t say much, though. He’s as stoic as the day is long. On the winter solstice, mind you! The kid usually floats around too, you know. Didn’t know Orientals had Caucasian shadows! But mostly I’ve been back here, obviously!” Whip rolled up in a banner half crumpled on the floor.
If they had misinformation, you counted your blessings and let that misinformation be. With any luck, it would birth more misinformation until the other party drowned in inaccuracy.
