texts: How was it...? </s> <s> From the store. </s> <s> Fuck her... </s> <s> "What we have to do is admit to ourself that we see that opportunity...and take it.  And that's it." And we sit there.  I got the pen out... </s> <s> "Always be closing..."
labels: That's what I'm saying.  The old ways.  The old ways...convert the motherfucker...sell him...sell him... make him sign the check.  The...Bruce, Harriet...the kitchen, blah: they got their money in government bonds...I say fuck it, we're going to go the whole route. I plat it out eight units.  Eighty- two grand.  I tell them. "This is now.  This is that thing that you've been dreaming of, you're going to find that suitcase on the train, the guy comes in the door, the bag that's full of money.  This is it, Harriett..."