you dirty fucker, why don’t you get to it, what are you fucking waiting for?
and i told him the time had to be right, the money wasn’t there yet, the teller wasn’t ready yet, there were too many people looking, waiting, i tell him anything to get him to calm down, to keep him from ripping his hair out, from ripping the seams off the leather seats.
but the truth was we were waiting a really long time for her and still, nothing. she must’ve known with her lunatic brother on board that this was going to happen sooner or later, and sooner was better before he lost his shit.
i was just losing my nerve.