It began as a joke, him being The Chairman. He once beat a
cop to death with a chair, see.
I never said it was a witty joke, but compared to how Pussy-Killer
got his name, it was practically Shakespeare.
I mean, a couple of the boys would make an effort when I was
around to not swear as much. But most of the others would swear more.
Especially The Chairman, he was always telling me how one
day he’d take me behind the shed and show me a good time.
When he finally did, I was almost relieved.
Almost.
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