“Rain tonight, fellows.”
“Muthafucker, muthafucker, I am too too short to be dealin’ with the rains, the rains,” Peacock says. Then, to me and Callmeblack, “You've never been miserable. Never in The World and not even the other night when the s**t hit have you been miserable. Scared, maybe. Pissed, maybe. These are showers; when the monsoons are here, then you'll be miserable.”
“Pea,” Bull says, “I'm gonna piss on a sweatband and give it to you. It's the squad's Mister Cheerful award.”
“Our mail is a good month behind us.”
“Now I'm gonna get a dink to piss on it.”
“They'll move us more for the first month of the ‘soons.”
“I'm gonna wipe my a*s and a Chieu Hoi's a*s with it, man.”
“My Playboy subscription runs out next month.”
Bull is up on one leg and grabs Pea in a headlock. Pea t
