sweaty crease 31

Play, naturally.

swcrease31.nfo

1. play the music
2. look at photos
3. play again if music stops


Jerome Sydenham & Kerri Chandler - Rising The Sun
pressed in 2001























Gus swallowed his Scotch. "Two is the magic number," he crooned at Memo. "Two makes the world go around." She smiled slightly watching Roy.


He tried to eat but felt numbed.
Max just couldn't stop cackling. Roy felt like busting him one in the snoot.
Gus put his long arm around Memo's bare shoulders. "I have lots of luck, don't I, babyface?"
She nodded and sipped her drink.
The lights went on. The m.c. bobbed up from a table he had been sitting at and went into his routine.
"Six hundred I owe to you," Roy said, throwing Max into another whoop of laughter.
"Forget it, slugger. Maybe some day you might be able to do me a favor."
They were all suddenly silent.
"What kind of favor?" Roy asked.
"When I am down and out you can buy me a cup o' coffee."
They laughed, except Roy.
"I'll pay you now." He left the table and disappeared.
In a few minutes he returned with a white tablecloth over his arm.

Roy flapped out the cloth and one of the spotlights happened to catch it in the air. It turned red, then gold.
"What's going on?" Max said.
Roy whisked the cloth over Gus's head.
"The first installment."
He grabbed the bookie's nose and yanked. A stream of silver dollars clattered into his plate.
Gus stared at the money. Memo looked at Roy in intense surprise.
People at the nearby tables turned to see what was going on. Those in the rear craned and got up. The m.c. gave up his jokes and waved both spots to Roy.
"For Pete's sake, sit down," Max hissed.
Roy rippled the green cloth in front of Max's face and dragged out of his astonished mouth a dead herring.
Everybody in the place applauded.

























From Memo's bosom, he plucked a duck egg.

Gus got red in the face. Roy grabbed his beak again and twisted it - it shed more cartwheels.
"Second installment."
"What the hell is this?" Gus sputtered.
The color wheels spun. Roy turned purple, red, and yellow.
From the glum Mercy's pocket he extracted a long salami. Gus's ears ran a third installment of silver. A whirl of the cloth and a white bunny hopped out of Memo's purse. From Max's size sixteen shirt collar, he teased out a pig's tail.
As the customers howled, Max pulled out his black book and furiously scribbled in it. Gus's blue depressed eye hunted around for a way out but his glass one gleamed like a lamp in a graveyard. And Memo laughed and laughed till the tears streamed down her cheeks. - Bernard Malamud (cut)