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in my mouth and my feet on the desk—those days I thought in order to be a big businessman you had to have a big desk— when Anna Mae Fritz (later in the movies) came in with my girl friend, Rosie. Anna Mae and 1 had an argument and I slapped Rosie in the mouth, and said 1 would murder her if she didn't do like I told her. Later that day Detective Peyton came into my place and threatened me. I pulled the big gun I kept in my drawer and told him not to come any closer to me, "I heard you say the Chief of Police can get you out of anything," I told him, "But he can't get you out of where I'm going to put you, because Jm going to put you in the ground."
Peyton backed on out my tailor shop, but he was a tough guy to beat (1 always heard he was the instigator of the famous Houston riot), and he laid for me. He ordered two very prominent pimps, Black Dude and Macbeth, friends of mine, to get on out of town because they didn't have a job. They came to me for help and I turned my supposed-to-be tailor shop over to them (the whole thing had cost me twenty-five dollars), so that when Peyton saw them they could say they were in business. Peyton worked them over until they told him I had made those arrangements.' Next day Peyton came in my place and all he said was, *Jelly ^°^» you've got to shut this place and blow town/'
I was tired of Houston anyway. There wasn't any decent music around there, only jews-harps, harmonicas, mandolins, guitars, and fellows singing the spasmodic blues—sing awhile and pick awhile till they thought of another word to say. So I said, "Okay, Peyton, goodbye to you and your ratty town. Im going North." |
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