GO TO BOCA, BRESLIN
They forgot to put something back in place when the doctors diddled with your brain, Jimmy. You used to be the mouthpiece for the Average Joe. But now you're all rich and shit; pushed off the Devil for a few days more, so now shit like this constitutes the best you can do? How does Ronnie still let you write when your pissing all over yourself?

Cash out. Go to Boca. There is a reason you are no longer a columnist in the Big Leagues, but get to play at the edge of the game...people feel sorry for you. It's goddamn Newsday, Jimmy! A Long Island paper, fer chrissakes. You ain't New Yawk no more. You always run blind qoutes because you never leave your little cocoon and no one wants to admit that they talked to you. The new breed of hoods scared you into your Upper West Side hideaway fifteen years ago. Cantakerous is cute, but you wore out that suit. You used to be my pinnacle, Bres. Now be a good Snowbird and fly. One way ticket. Play a pony for me when you get there.