The Young World by Weitz Chris

Author:Weitz, Chris [WEITZ, CHRIS]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
ISBN: 9780316226295
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2014-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

Turns out Baldy and Red were certified badasses, and we weren’t supposed to stand a chance, so the odds were hella long. SeeThrough and Jefferson’s appearance on WWE Raw got us two thousand bucks. Our money back, times ten.

That’s a whole heap of cash, so we’re able to load up on tasty vittles and bullets a-go-go. The shopkeepers of the horseshoe bazaar treat us like long-lost cousins. And nobody says boo to Ratso, the chaperone of all this newfound cheddar.

By some unspoken agreement, each of us is morally allowed to get one silly piece of crap just for the hell of it. Which is great, because there’s actually a whole row of stalls devoted to things that don’t do anything worthwhile. That’s the new high-ticket item: uselessness. There’s fancy earphones that people wear hanging from their ears like jewelry. Ironic T-shirts. Makeup. Toys. Gold rings, dead watches. Video game controllers.

I get myself an “I Hope I Don’t Black Out, ’Cause This Is Awesome!” shirt. Peter buys one that says, “I taught Christian Grey all that shit.” SeeThrough gets a cute little notepad of stationery with “We Are Having a Terrific Picnic Time!” on it and a fancy gold ribbon for a sling.

Brainbox, meanwhile, checks out a pile of Legos. He picks up a shiny, nubby piece and gives it the good old Brainbox once-over, which involves holding something really close to your face and staring at it like there’s a secret message written somewhere in tiny script.

“Find something you like, BB?” I ask.

Brainbox looks at me but doesn’t say anything. He turns to the shopkeeper and asks, “Why is it so expensive?”

Shopkeeper: “Google it. Couple of weeks ago some kid passes through and says he’ll buy all the Lego he can. He paid some serious bank. I’m saving this for him. If you want to get it, you’ll have to beat his price.”

I look at the rest of her stuff, a jumble of crappy plastic toys and super-educational wooden things made in like Vermont or something, aka the Kind of Toys That No Kid Wants to Play With.

Brainbox pays way too much for ten little bricks of Lego.

Me: “What’s that for?”

Brainbox: “I’m working on it.”

When the shopping spree is done, we still have a few hundred bucks left, and Ratso suggests we celebrate.

Peter: “I could use a drink.”

Jefferson nods. I would have expected him to be pretty cocky after he put a beat-down on that guy; I mean, most dudes are all boasty after a fight, forcing everybody to talk about it and everything. Jeff just seems sad and a little irritable, like he used to be when the Knicks lost. Maybe it’s because a new gun for him is out of our price range.

Ratso says he’s going to take us someplace special. He leads us up the stairs from the Grand Concourse, into a side passage, up some more stairs. We pay off a couple of bouncers with sweet Heckler and Koch submachines slung under their armpits, who let

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