Last Exit to Brooklyn - Hubert Selby Jr Read Free

along with you. He stared at the
soldier until the doggie lowered his eyes, then turned to the crowd
and asked if anyone had seen what had happened and they yelled that
they saw the whole thing that the drunken rebels had started it, they
insulted the boys wife and tried to beat him up and the cop told them
ok, ok, shut up. He turned back to the soldiers and told them to get
back to the base and have someone look after their friend, then
turned to Freddy and the others and told them to beat it and if I see
any of you punks in a fight again I/ll personally split your skulls
and—Hey wait a minute. The cop turned as the MP walked up to him.
This aint going to be the end of this officer. These men have rights
and its my duty to remind them of them. They might want to prefer
charges against these hoodlums. What in hell are you? a Philadelphia
lawyer? No sir. Im just doing my duty and reminding these men of
their rights. Alright, you reminded them now go back to the base and
leave well enough alone. You know these neighborhood bars are off
limits. Yes sir, thats true, but—but nothing. The MP started
stammering something, then looked to the three soldiers for support,
but they had already started back to the Base, the two dragging the
third, blood splattering on the street as it fell from his head.
    The bodies went back in the doors and bars and the
heads in the windows. The cops drove away and Freddy and the guys
went back into the Greeks and the
    street was quiet, just the sound of a tug and an
occasional car; and even the blood couldnt be seen from a few feet
away.
    They slammed around the lavatory washing, laughing,
nudging each other, roaring at Freddy, splashing water, inspecting
their shoes for scratches, ripping the dirty apron, pulling the
toiletpaper off by the yard, throwing the wet wads at each other,
slapping each other on the back, smoothing their shirts, going to the
mirror up front, combing their hair, turning their collars up in the
back and rolling them down in front, adjusting their slacks on their
hips. Hey, didya see the look on the bastards face when we threwim
off the fence? Yeah. The sonofabitch was scared shitless. A buncha
punks. Hey Freddy, hows ya gut. That was some rap that bastard
giveya. Shit. I fuck cops where they eat.. .
    Someday you boys going to get in trouble. All the
time fighting. Whatayamean Alex. We was just de-fendin Freddys wife.
Yeah, they insulted Rosie. They roared, stamped, and banged their
fists on the counter and tables. Alex grinned and said Scatah.
Someday you be sorry. You should get a job. Hey, watch yalanguage
Alex. Yeah. No cursin in fronna married women. They laughed and
sprawled along the counter and on the chairs. All the time
fuckaround. Someday you get in trouble. Ah Alex, dont talk like that.
Ya makus feel bad. Yeah, man, ya hurt our feelings. . .
 
 
    Part II
The
Queen Is Dead
    So God created man in his own image,
in the image of God created he him;
male and female created he them.   
Genesis 1:27
    GEORGETTE was a hip queer. She (he) didnt try to
disguise or conceal it with marriage and mans talk, satisfying her
homosexuality with the keeping of a secret scrapbook of pictures of
favorite male actors or athletes or by supervising the activities of
young boys or visiting Turkish baths or mens locker rooms, leering
sidely while seeking protection behind a carefully guarded guise of
virility (fearing that moment at a cocktail party or in a bar when
this front may start crumbling from alcohol and be completely
disintegrated with an attempted kiss or groping of an attractive
young man and being repelled with a punch and— rotten
fairy—followed with hysteria and incoherent apologies and excuses
and running from the room) but, took a pride in being a homosexual by
feeling intellectually and esthetically superior to those (especially
women) who werent gay (look at all the great artists who were
fairies!); and with the wearing of womens panties, lipstick, eye
makeup