The next day Johnnie and Ding-Dong came. We went to a blues dance and before we came there we could hear the sound
system bleer out loud. As we went in we had to pay 5 shillings each. The air
was smelling of bodys swetting in the small room where it was mostly coloured
peopel and white girls. I couldnt hear a word Johnnie was saying to me. Count
Suckels Soundsystem it was written across the Jukebox thing standing in the corner.
A big, broad, ugly coloured man stood there changing the records.
We went
out to the part that was the kitchen and got a couppel of lagers. "Is this a club?" I said.
"No," said Johnnie. "Its a family
living here, but they make some money having a blues dance and selling
drinks."
"But where is the furniture?" I said.
"Probably out in the back yard."
"Do you still have to make love to a woman and get paid for it?" I said. "If you come home with any other v.d. to me that will be the last you do in your life. Thanks to you your own child almost turned blind, they fought in the hospital for tree weeks to save his eyes, because you have to satisfy your own lust, and tell me you use rubber when you go with anybody but me. But it was all lies, wasent it? And if I find out where you spent the night, I kill both her and you, for you are not making a fool out of me ones more."


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