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Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1959) 121: They lit the real thing and, free in the country, blew up a storm, laughing, talking, talking silly, feeling great.at blow up a storm, v.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1959) 121: They lit the real thing and, free in the country, blew up a storm, laughing, talking, talking silly, feeling great. Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 252: The place was out-and-out gay. The ‘truck-drivers’ were here [...] And the soft-spoken, sweet voiced young men with roving eyes.at out-and-out, adj.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph 204: Louie big-shot for the beer, smacking a half-dollar down.at big shot, v.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 390: He said to his friend at the bar, ‘Have respect for all the gay bitches!’ They laughed.at bitch, n.1
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 304: He was quite a big guy, tall, a dishwater blond, but Italian. Blondie or Whitey you’d call him if you didn’t know his name.at blondie, n.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1959) 119: If he wanted a jolt he’d sure step into a side street [...] and blow a good stick.at blow, v.1
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 303: He was going with his broad, Maria [...] She’s good-looking for a change, not a tramp.at broad, n.2
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 197: They hung around listening to the speakers in Bughouse Square.at bughouse square, n.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1959) 131: Only he and Extra Black Johnson could cabaret — have their morning and evening fix and then take some whenever they felt like taking off and really getting charged up. [Ibid.] 133: Mee, man, I has money and I had that old Horse every day. Man, we used to cabaret in there!at cabaret, v.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 134: If you’re a good capper and cap it yourself and sell part of it [...] You can keep your habit up.at cap, v.6
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1959) 119: An ounce makes close to five hundred [...] When I fill these caps I can make a lot.at cap, n.4
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1959) 110: They were talking very chummy-chummy.at chummy, adv.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 211: They wised me up. They cued me in, you know.at clue (someone) in (v.) under clue, v.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 169: They grab their cookers. The cookers are metal caps off wine bottles, with the cork lining taken out.at cooker, n.2
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 132: Look who done flown the coop! Look who done broke out of jail, you-all!at fly the coop (v.) under coop, n.1
Let No Man Write My Epitaph 335: Who the crap asked you to come over here?at crap, the, phr.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 207: They were Pachucos. It used to be an assorted crew — Americans, Puerto Ricans, Mexicans [...] we all gathered together in one band.at crew, n.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 266: ‘Good dago red!’ she announced.at dago red (n.) under dago, adj.1
Let No Man Write My Epitaph 122: I don’t know if they’re dealing now.at deal, v.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 304: He was quite a big guy, tall, a dishwater blond.at dishwater blond(e) (n.) under dish, n.1
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1959) 130: She done dozed off good.at dozed, adj.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1959) 118: The good stuff, in its round cylinders of cigarettes, he stacked in one pile: dynamites.at dynamite, n.2
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 300: ‘Hello, eight ball,’ Louie said to Dusty. ‘Hi, ugly!’ Dusty said. They called each other nigger and dago and spick; but that was just among themselves.at eightball, n.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph 128: Them emeffing guards is bringing it in in fountain pens.at emeff, adj.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 161: Fear is what rules them [...] Of an overdose. You fluke out. You die.at fluke out (v.) under fluke, v.1
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 168: ‘Man,’ Extra Black Johnson said to everybody, ‘let’s make tracks for mah shootin’ gallery.’ ‘No, your crib’s too far,’ Elijah said.at shooting gallery, n.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 163: If some hypo finds out that another hypo is a stool pigeon they give him [...] a hot shot. If you take it you’re gone.at gone, adj.1
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 382: Man, he’s the gonest!at gone, adj.1
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 129: One of them guards [...] was a tier-to-tier pedlar. Sure ’nough. That were when I hooked up with him. I’m the contact man on the outside now.at hook up (with), v.
Let No Man Write My Epitaph (1960) 163: They’re an awfully tight group, the hypos. If some hypo finds out that another hypo is a stool pigeon they give him [...] a hot shot. If you take it you’re gone.at hypo, n.2
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