Listen there was, a time when you couldn 't even go to the rest room around this school without a pass. And I' m not talking. About those little pink tickets made out by some teacher. I 'm talking about a pass that could cost anywhere up to, a buck. Sold by Monk Klutter. Not that mighty Monk ever, touched money not in public.The Gang, he ran which ran the school, for him. Was his collection agency. They were Klutter 's Kobras a name, spelled out in nailheads on six well-known black plastic, windbreakers. Monk 's threads were more subtle. A pile-lined suede battle jacket with Lizard skin flaps over tailored Levis and a pair. Of, ostrich-skin boots brassed-toed and suitable for kicking people around. One of his Kobras did nothing all day but walk. A half step, behind Monk carrying a fitted bag with Monk 's gym shoes a roll, of restroom passes a cashbox and a switchblade,,, That Monk gave himself manicures with at lunch over at the Kobras' table.
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