YOU AND ME, MOSLEY by Bryan Johnson

The name’s Action MacKenzie, jackass, and we’re gonna get square over a jug of white lightning and locked wrists. Nobody self-promotes around me without paying. My victory spoils: one from your harem of supple youth and those purple reading glasses. What I do with’em is my own, but you know I’ll do the needful by. Rooftop of the New York Hilton, midnight, with all Manhattan flickering below, that’s where it’s gonna be, Mosley. So, ready yourself because I don’t want to make you cry, just squeal a little. And, baby, bring a pail in case you belk down your shirtfront.