King Suckerman by George Pelecanos

Author:George Pelecanos [PELECANOS, GEORGE P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780316204460
Publisher: Little, Brown and Company
Published: 2011-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

Jimmy sat in the back of the Firebird as he always did, Jerry riding shotgun with Dewey driving. Dewey sat low in the seat, steering with the wrist of his right hand on top of the wheel. They drove down University toward Sligo Creek Park.

“I was lookin’ at Led Zeppelin Three this morning,” said Jerry, “before I went to work.”

“What,” said Dewey. “You were playin’ with the cover again?”

“Naw, not the cover. I was lookin’ at the album. This guy at school, Randolph Seman—”

“Randolph Seman? Go ahead, man. You know I’d change my name.”

“Yeah, no shit. So Randy’s this Zep freak, and he’s telling me that they put messages in the vinyl. You know, that smooth place between where the last cut ends and the label begins?”

“So?”

“So he was right, man! It’s etched in cursive, right there: ‘Do What Thou Wilt,’ it says. Whaddaya think that means?”

“Sounds British,” offered Jimmy.

“He knows it sounds British, Toothpick,” said Dewey. “He asked what it means. I’ll tell you what that motherfucker means. Bet you Jimmy Page put that shit on there himself. Got something to do with the devil and shit.”

“Like the Houses of the Holy cover,” said Jerry, “with all those naked little girls climbing up that pyramid or whatever it is, trying to get to the top, and then you open up the cover and on the inside there’s a guy holdin’ up one of the girls over his head, gettin’ ready to sacrifice her or somethin’.”

“Put a whole bunch of ’em on his dick first, prob’ly,” said Dewey. “Like a shish kebab.”

“No question,” said Jerry.

He and Jerry gave each other skin.

“ ‘No Quarter’ is bad,” said Jimmy, but no one replied.

Dewey rifled through his eight-track box while Jerry pulled an amber-colored vial from his pocket.

“Where in the fuck’s my Uriah Heep tape?” said Dewey.

“Demons and Wizards?” said Jerry.

“Yeah.”

“I dunno,” mumbled Jerry, who had borrowed the tape without asking and left it out in the sun. “Hey, let’s check out some of this.” He held up the vial.

Dewey found a Mahogany Rush tape and slapped it into the deck. “What’s that, Jer, perfume?”

“Naw,” said Jerry. “This dishwasher at work gave it to me, got it at some head shop on Route One out in College Park. Heart On, it’s called. This dishwasher, he’s one of those disco boys on the weekends, goes down to Last Hurrah and the Pier and places like that.”

Dewey said, “He pull that out of some guy’s tar pit?”

“He ain’t no faggot, Dewey,” said Jerry. “This guy gets more pussy than you ever had a dream about gettin’. Looks like Travolta and shit. He likes to dance, that’s all. Anyway, he said this stuff is a rush.”

Jerry unscrewed the top, put the vial under his nose, snorted in some fumes. His eyes widened, and he sat back in his seat. “Whew. You gotta try this shit, maaan.”

Dewey hooked a right into the park. Jerry passed the vial back to Jimmy, who inhaled a deep hit of the amyl nitrite.

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