15
In a Handbasket
“Thirty percent!” I all but shouted, incredulous. “Fifteen million bucks? You gotta be shitting me!”
Flip shook his head calmly. “Come on, man. I called in some big chips to get this done. You have no idea—”
“Tell ’em hell no!”
Flip stared at me blankly. The money was gone already. I thought about strangling him.
“This is my world,” Flip snapped. “You need to trust that, brother. I know exactly what I’m doing. Thirty ain’t that bad, considering.” Flip stared hard at me, trying to force me to see the truth in his eyes. Finally he grinned. “The glass is always half-empty with you, bro. Instead of bitching about the price tag, you should be happy, like Jorge and Clyde.”
“Dude, I’m not an ignorant ass like—”
“f**k you,” he said quietly. “You think you’re too good for
