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A Drink Before the War 13: I waited [...] for a nun to come hauling ass up the staircase.at haul ass, v.
A Drink Before the War 13: I waited [...] for a nun to come hauling ass up the staircase. A Drink Before the War 48: I got off at Beacon Street, U-turned again onto the service road, and banged a quick right onto Revere Street.at bang, v.4
A Drink Before the War 14: Makes you [i.e. a woman] want to jump my bones on the spot, doesn’t it?at jump (on) someone’s bones (v.) under bones, n.1
A Drink Before the War 21: ‘Hey, I live in this neighborhood, white bread. Seems to me, you the one that needs the excuse’.at white bread, n.
A Drink Before the War 13: A woman who’d pumped two rounds into a hard case named Bobby Royce.at hard case, n.
A Drink Before the War 11: Ann must have been dealing with a real headcase.at headcase, n.
A Drink Before the War 58: I looked at the patrons of this bar — a Heinz 57 mix of eastern rednecks, white trash, mill workers only recently immigrated from the Third World, Portuguese, a couple of black guys.at Heinz, n.
A Drink Before the War 233: [A]ll I saw was this piece of shit who had abused me for twelve years, and I...went a little hoopy.".at hoopy, adj.
A Drink Before the War 137: ‘Come to think of it--everyone Roland's jammed on has been male. He doesn't respond well to female authority, either, but he doesn't get violent, he just walks away’.at jam, v.2
A Drink Before the War 8: Mulkern was the kind of guy who said ‘jigs’ when he wasn’t sure enough of the company to say ‘niggers’.at jig, n.4
A Drink Before the War 37: [I]f I crawled up on a cat or two kids in a lip lock, I wouldn’t be able to show my face for a month. at lip-lock, n.
A Drink Before the War 210: In the back of the schoolyard [...] twenty or so of the older neighborhood kids pounded back some beers.at pound, v.2
A Drink Before the War 13: A woman who took shit from absolutely nobody.at take shit under shit, n.
A Drink Before the War 5: Brian Paulson [...] waited until Mulkern sat back down before he did, and I wondered if he’d asked permission before he sweated all over my palm too. [...] They said he had a mind, though, honed by years as Mulkern's step-and-fetch-it.at stepinfetchit, n.
A Drink Before the War 80: She looked at me and I could tell she was sizing me up. The wet ass hour, as it were, deciding if she could trust me.at wet ass hour (n.) under wet, adj.1
A Drink Before the War 9: A wino on the sidewalk supported himself with one hand on a bottle.at wino, n.
A Drink Before the War 86: I said ‘What’s up?’ expecting he had something private to tell me. ‘Oh, nothing [...] I just do that [i.e. bluster aggressively] to show them who’s boss. It gives me a woody." .at woodie, n.2
A Drink Before the War 112: All the nerves in my skull were freshly exposed [. . .], and I stood up and just made the bathroom before I yakked up the Glenlivet.at yuck up (v.) under yuck, v.
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