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Nick’s Trip 216: There was a plastic foam cup in his right hand and the ass end of a cigar in the fingers of his left.at arse-end, n.
Nick’s Trip 216: There was a plastic foam cup in his right hand and the ass end of a cigar in the fingers of his left. Nick’s Trip 1: [T]here are no neighborhood joints left [...] where a man can get lost and smoke cigarettes down to the filter and drink beer backed with whiskey.at back, n.1
Nick’s Trip 141: ‘Rough two years I spent up there—for a country boy. In D.C. I wasn’t nothin’ but a “bama”’.at Bama, n.
Nick’s Trip 236: Bonanno moved into proven, established neighborhoods and burned out the competition. Solanis [i.e. a hit man] was there to make sure there weren’t any belches.at belch, n.
Nick’s Trip 231: ‘[T]hat boy was hard on the Boat. Had enough green in him to knock down a horse’.at boat, n.1
Nick’s Trip 15: [T]he fuckin’ boofers. You know what they ought to do about the drug problem in this city? [. . . .]. Take ‘em out in the middle of the street and shoot ‘em in the head. Public fuckin’ executions’.at boofer, n.
Nick’s Trip 18: [We] split a bumper of beer and huffed half a pack of Marlboros.at bumper, n.2
Nick’s Trip 41: I reached behind me to the second row of call, grabbed the black-labeled bottle of Jack, and poured him some sour mash.at call, n.2
Nick’s Trip 112: I found WMUC on Billy’s radio [...] I clockwised the volume .at clockwise, v.
Nick’s Trip 73: [A] sweet-natured down freak who was the store manager.at down freak (n.) under down, n.5
Nick’s Trip 144: ‘Tell me everything you did between the time she glommed the cash and the time she left you’.at glom, v.
Nick’s Trip 231: ‘[T]hat boy was hard on the Boat. Had enough green in him to knock down a horse’.at green, n.2
Nick’s Trip 17: [T]hat rare ability to fit in at the fringe of every group—hippies, grits, geeks, jocks.at grit, n.4
Nick’s Trip 235: Boyle said, ‘I’m already heeled.’ He pulled back the collar of his Harris tweed jacket, showing me the Python. Then he reached into the bag and retrieved a five-shot .38 Special.at heeled, adj.
Nick’s Trip 18: [We] split a bumper of beer and huffed half a pack of Marlboros.at huff, v.
Nick’s Trip 108: A confederate flag hung over the empty dance floor, surrounded by [...] T-shirted young men drinking long-necked Buds and Lights.at long neck (n.) under long, adj.
Nick’s Trip 11: I hooked up with her fairly easily through her mall-rat friends and we had lunch.at mall rat, n.
Nick’s Trip 235: ‘The tall man goes by the name of Solanis. Contract mechanic, from Miami. They say he killed a cop’.at mechanic, n.
Nick’s Trip 217: ‘Never happen,’ Frank said. ‘I’m not that kind of sucker. Nice try, though’.at never happen under never, adv.
Nick’s Trip 13: [of a lesbian] Occasionally she’d poke her head in the Spot [...] and invariably one of my regulars would boast that he could ‘turn one of those “rug munchers” around’ if he had the chance.at rug-muncher (n.) under rug, n.1
Nick’s Trip 120: [W]hen ‘Blue Sky’ came on, and Dickey Betts moved into his monster guitar solo, I lost my shit.at lose one’s shit under shit, n.
Nick’s Trip 131: The bearman had lit the joint and was stooping low as he shotgunned Ken.at shotgun, v.
Nick’s Trip 216: So let’s see what you got, quick, before [...] I make you come in on order day like every other slob’.at slob, n.1
(con. 1976) Nick’s Trip 120: On his feet were the denim stack [...] a pair of shoes that he knew I had always wanted to own.at stacks, n.2
Nick’s Trip 13: I made the yellow pages deadline, listing myself as ‘Nicholas J. Stefanos, Investigator,’ even stepping up for the boldfaced type.at step up (v.) under step, v.
Nick’s Trip 13: [of a lesbian] Occasionally she’d poke her head in the Spot [...] and invariably one of my regulars would boast that he could ‘turn one of those “rug munchers” around’ if he had the chance.at turn around (v.) under turn, v.1
Nick’s Trip 120: [H]e had never let me drive his car, even on his most twisted nights.at twisted, adj.2
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