When You Ain’t Got Nothin’

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When You Ain’t Got Nothing

The son of a bitch lied. Last thing Deke said before my parole was, “I stashed the money in my old lady’s house. Living room. The wall behind the couch and – walla.”

He really said, “walla”. Bastard meant “voilà”.

I tore into every goddamn wall in that house.

Nothing. No cash.

And the pound of flesh from his dead old lady don’t count.

Walking outside, gun hot in my hand, and there’s the cops.

“DROP THE GUN!”

What’s that song, when you ain’t got nothin’ you got nothin’ to lose? Well, I got less than nothing.

“Kiss my ass.”