Gold Dust Woman- Lip Gallagher

fake funeral

"Gotta love these half days," Ian said. 

"Good thing public education is broke," Mandy said.

"Yea, waste of time anyway," Lip said, "The only thing those people are equipped to teach us is how to live with crippling disappointment."

"Hey, wanna catch a movie later?" Mandy said, "Brandy can sneak us in."

"I'm down," I said, "What movie?"

"Can't," Ian said, "Gotta be at work by 3."

"Nice jacket Kash bought you by the way," Lip said.

"Thanks."

"Yea, tell Kash I'll take it in the ass if he gets me free stuff," Mandy said, making Lip and I laugh.

We got called over by a large middle-aged dude with a truck. 

"You got a phone?" the guy asked.

"What, your truck break down?" Lip said. 

"No, genius. I like standing in the middle of a shitty neighborhood with my dick in my hands."

"He just asked you a question. No need to be rude," I said. 

He ignored what I said and kept talking, "Look, I'm already two hours late on this load. I try to take a shortcut, this is what I get. My goddamn kid drained my phone playing doodle jump. My goddamn wife took my charger. Listen, I'll give you five bucks, you let me use your phone."

I was about to pull mine out because I did feel kinda bad, but Lip noticed and put his arm around my waist, making up a lie as to why we don't have phones. 

"But there's a bar, I think about ten blocks that way," Lip said, "What's it called? O'Flaherty's. Tell them your family's from county cork."

"Ten blocks?!"

"Maybe five. Straight shot," Ian said, putting his arm around Mandy. 

The man pulled out some money and looked at us, "This is yours if you keep an eye on the truck."

"Five bucks? Wow, thank you, mister," I said sarcastically, trying to hide a laugh.

We waited until he walked farther away for Lip to grab my phone from my back pocket. Ian and Mandy smirked at me, but I just shook my head.

"Yo, Kev. 43rd and Halsted. Bring the crowbar."

Lip handed me back the phone, and we walked to the back of the truck. When everyone came with backup, we opened it up, revealing a fuck ton of meat. This could last us a month, maybe more. 

Fifteen minutes later, the Gallagher house was filled with raw meat. 

"Does Ron Fitzgerald still have that chainsaw?" V asked.

"Yeah, he owes me 'cause I told his wife he was on his way home when he was getting a hummer from some dude," Kev said, "Lip, Mayo, let's go."

We got the chainsaw, and Kev went inside, leaving us to our own devices outside. 

"So, uh," I said, "About last night."

"Yea," he said, "I don't regret it."

"Nor do I," I said, "But also, come to think of it, I don't think I ever regret anything I do."

"Hmm," he said.

"I told Corey it's over today," I said abruptly, "Not interested in seeing him anymore."

"Poor guy," he said flatly.

I thought he'd be more enthusiastic about it. Guess not.

"You still seeing Karen?"