Light Sleeper

Labor Day weekend.

Some time for a garbage strike.

Everybody crazy to stock up.

They decide to score at the last minute

and they want it now.

Never fails.

The faces look alike.

You gotta use memory tricks,

each has some peculiarity, it keeps you sharp.

A DD told me when a drug dealer

starts writing a diary it's time to quit.

I started writing after that.

Not every night, now and then.

Fill up one book, throw it out, start another.

- Ah darling! - Ann.

So have we made New York safe for another weekend?

Robert.

Get a job.

Sad what 10 years without sex can do.

Got any hundreds?

Twenties.

And some tens.

- Tens? - Goddamn cash machines!

Did what's-his-name give you a hard time?

No.

CBD.

Fucking investment bankers!

Cash Before Delivery.

These Wall Street kids,

they play with fake money all day.

To them cash is like some kind of theoretical concept,

it doesn't apply.

I mean, we seen it too, right?

Nine o'clock, I shudder to think,

they are buying and selling.

It has turned me off of the stock market.

Tell me about it.

I've thought of investing many times

but it's just too damn crooked.

These people.

It's late.

I gotta crash.

Or try, anyway.

You stayin'?

It's over.

It's okay?

Yeah, sure.

You do look like you're coming down with something.

Take some C's, go on.

I'll take care of anything that comes in.

Thanks.

Sleep tight.

Pick up the trash.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

See you tomorrow.

Big kiss.

Labor Day.

Union Movement.

There's a contradiction in terms.

I know about long hours.

It's worse when I'm off, I just walk and walk.

There's an element of providence to it all,

like rolling numbers.

Luck.

You're walking down the street,

some guy that looks maybe a little like you

does a stick-up four hours ago.

A cop pulls you in cause he's cold

and wants to go inside.

They grab your stash.

Your number's up, you're busted for nothing,

for bad luck.

I like your jacket.

Thanks, man.

I got it in a trade.

Is that it?

Are they faced?

Don't bore me.

Is it so much work to face them the same direction?

You don't do it, I got to, it's time.

You're too much.

We've been through this.

This 19 gramme shit is a drag.

We pay you more, you put up with more.

White drugs for white people.

Twice the price, twice the safety.

I can't believe Ann's been working as long as she has.

Never busted, she's something.

Never made any big money either.

Sure.

She blows it.

You believe that?

What you gonna do after she quits?

How long you been with her?

She's always saying that.

We'll see, Jealous.

She's out.

You should pick up her trade, man.

You're too old to be a gofer.

No way, I'm not the management type.

If I take charge, I'll start using again.

It's not for me.

I know some music people.

I'm gonna get into recording.

Yeah.

Tour?

Yeah?

Normally this wouldn't matter to you,

but you may get hassled.

Why?

Don't you read the papers, man?

The Park murder, it's all over the Post.

Mariah Rangel, nineteen-year-old Barnard co-ed bitch

dead in Turtle Pond.

She was coked to the fucking gills.

All of a sudden they're hot after mid-level dealers.

You know her?

Who knows?

Thanks for the warning.

Jack?

You pick up from Jealous?

Yeah, had to make four trips last night.

We're certainly not his favourite people.

We don't make the laws.

19 is carrying, 20 is dealing.

Let him be stupid.

He took my hundreds.

Take over for me a while,

I'm getting contact high.

PP?

Yeah, seven three.

So who's her majesty talking to?

The ecstasy connection, from Arizona.

She's trying to get them to come here,

or better, Europe.

That's where the money is.

All mark up, could be the big one, Jack.

Don't dress.

You really think she means it this time?

That's what she says.

New Year's Eve, she had her chart done,

New Year's Eve, and out.

No acid house, no product, no delivery.

That's just her mouth talking.

Next year, strictly Akasha.

Akasha?

Cosmetics, that's what she's calling the company now.

I don't get it.

Why would anyone want to pay to put weeds on their face.

Why'd anyone pay to put them up their nose?

Robert, you got a point there.

I like cosmetics.

I need cosmetics.

You should come in with us.

You forget,

she hasn't asked me.

Johnny, Robert, get your butts in here!

Plant two big kisses on me, boys.

1500 X, thirty each and the delivery is here.

How do you like it?

That's great.

No, I mean the face cream.

Marigold, chamomile, almond, aloe, egg,

I remixed it, Almik, you like it?

Yeah.

Which reminds me, if you get downtown

go to Enhancements,

get me some almond oil but the California.

Okay.

Okay, what do we have to eat?

Thai, we haven't had Thai in a while.

We had it Saturday.

Thai, thai, thai, thai, thai, thai.