NM-066 Green Recruit

FOREWORD

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

“The fucking hell you do.”

“Don’t argue with me, punk.”

“Punk!?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t think so, old man. I thought I heard you call me ‘punk’, but I know you’re not that stupid or senile.”

“You’re a punk, and worse than that, you’re a smart-ass punk.”

“Yeah… well, this is one smart-ass punk you owe a lot to, old man.”

“I ain’t all that old.”

“You want to bet?”

“I ain’t so old I can’t get it up.”

“Let’s see.”

“Just look.”

“Oh. Yeah. So it is. So it is.”

“What I want to know, punk… are you old enough to know what to do with it?”

“You asking ME a question like that?” the boy asked, incredulous.

“If you’ve got an answer, don’t waste my time talking about it. Show me.” And that’s what he did.