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I knew the dame was trouble the moment she stepped into my line. With three unruly tots in tow, an updo that would make Kate Gosselin swoon, and heels more spiked than the bottle of Dasani I keep under my register, it was clear this lady wanted to speak to my manager; she just didn't know why yet. Was fifty-eight greenbacks a day minus taxes really worth this?
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i knew the dame was trouble from the moment she stepped into my office, which was the boiler room in a three story house share i shared with several bulgarian immigrants who had a hell of a lot more than three stories between them. "mind the drip," i said, "and i don't know why that tissue paper with weird orange stains on it is wedged into a crack in the wall. you're very attractive."
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Dec 8, 2016 01:13
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They call me Slick McGee. I'm a con artist. I'm also a sandwich artist. You want it toasted I'm your man. You wanna know where your missing husband went? That'll cost ya extra. Chips and a drink and a holiday gift card, buy $50 and get a $10 card for yourself, and I might be able to tell you if I seen him in here with a strange lady. My boss is really on me about those gift cards.
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Dec 8, 2016 01:18
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"you wanna get involved with a lousy bum like me?" i growled, pinching a cigarette i had stolen from the builders' break room at work between my teeth. "forget about it, kid. my days are filled with hours i don't have and my bank account is a bounced check. now scram before you make me moodily down this shot of whiskey and bust my leisure budget wide open."
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Dec 8, 2016 01:21
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I know this town like the back of my hand, which comes in handy when you're delivering packages for Don Jon "The Papa." Tonight was an easy job for easy money, or so I thought. I could tell from the moment I hit the driveway the family was well-to-do, but I didn't know just how well until the mooks that answered the door laid into me like I was the extra-large margherita pizza add sausage no onions. When I came to I was starin' down the most feared man in the city, a fella know only as "The Hut," and I knew I had bitten off more cheesy bread than all the garlic butter in the world could wash down.
"I need you to bring a message," the shadowy figure snarled, "to Papa John."
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Dec 8, 2016 01:55
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Is your social worker inside that horse?
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I could feel her eyes on me from the other end of the bar before I even turned around; those steely grey-blues, always tinged with fury. White-knuckled, she raised the cup to her lips taking quick, angry sips, slupslupslup. The barista trembled like an autumn leaf as she waited for Laura's judgement, not daring to breathe. I counted slowly in my head, refusing to break eye contact. Stay cool, I told myself; but five seconds might as well have been forever. Laura's gaze shifted back to the barista, who shrank under its weight. After an eternity, Laura finally spoke, her voice a deadly whisper "I said no goddamn foam."
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Dec 8, 2016 03:27
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White, red, white, red. I'm fighting for my life here, at the counter of the brand new Sonic's that replaced my favorite greenbelt. I'm shadowboxing these lights in my head. I keep my forearms on the cool linoleum that's half a foot too tall for me to soothe my clumsy cuts and burns. The colored rays filter through the decor and I feel like a squatter in a home with torn up blinds casting shadows on the wall. White clouds from the kitchen brush my ears. They follow me out into the December night as I approach a car that's having trouble with their order.
I knew the driver was a tall order as soon as she walked me back to the register. A cankly bottle blonde in a red pantsuit, she balked when I said I couldn't break a hundred. She handed me two grants and gave me a wink so protracted I blushed while knowing it was a load of applesauce. She sticks her hands in her pockets, pouts at my stone face, asks me if I like working nights while I hand her change. I tell her it's better than suicide. She pulls a crumpled hamilton out, says she forgot about it. Asks for one of the grants back. I pull out my smartphone and ask for her number. She tells me she has shoes older than me but she'd like to try me on. My staring at my held-up phone says more than my lips ever could. She stalks back into her car. Yellow, white, red. I write her info on a greasy sticky note and slap it on the counter for the day manager, and send her picture to the local precinct. I hesitate before sending along her plate number, not out of misguided camaraderie, but because maybe that's her road outta suicide. Maybe I've done my due diligence.
I'm gay, I think. Sometimes it pays. But not now, not really. I forget the whole thing before my head hits the pillow.
Lawrence Gilchrist fucked around with this message at 07:04 on Dec 8, 2016
tubbsthumping
i chow down
and i get up again
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Dec 8, 2016 06:57
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There she was. A pair of bright red pumps and legs as high as the eye could see. There he was. A pair of docs and legs as high as the eye could see. There my boss was. New Balances and legs as high as the eye could see. I sighed deeply from underneath the forest green '94 Geo Tracker with the wave decal on the side at the local Jiffy Lube.
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Dec 8, 2016 15:36
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- Android Blues
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There she was. A pair of bright red pumps and legs as high as the eye could see. There he was. A pair of docs and legs as high as the eye could see. There my boss was. New Balances and legs as high as the eye could see. I sighed deeply from underneath the forest green '94 Geo Tracker with the wave decal on the side at the local Jiffy Lube.
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Dec 8, 2016 16:29
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Well, that aligns with the vibes I was getting. Which was, like, "normal" kinda vibes.
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I was looking at a crime scene, just another mess on the cold floor. Indifference and calculated ignorance guided everyone else around it, careful not to get their already soiled Crocs stained with red. That was a luxury I had given up when I put on the nametag. My demons started to boil inside of me, thirsting for a justice I knew would never be found. In my white-knuckle grip, the wooden handle felt like a cudgel, a truncheon from an era where the law could beat order into this misshapen world. That was a lifetime ago, and the broken glass mixed with Italian viscera in front of me was just another in a long line of reckless lawlessness. My mouth itched for a cigarette but a voice from over head reminded me of my orders with a practiced hardness. "Clean up on isle four. Clean up on isle four."
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Dec 8, 2016 16:40
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There she was. A pair of bright red pumps and legs as high as the eye could see. There he was. A pair of docs and legs as high as the eye could see. There my boss was. New Balances and legs as high as the eye could see. I sighed deeply from underneath the forest green '94 Geo Tracker with the wave decal on the side at the local Jiffy Lube.
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Dec 8, 2016 18:21
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Her eyes burned with indignant fire, her hair fell about her shoulders like a mantle, and her ruby lips pursed. A man could get lost in that face. But despite my best efforts to be a gentleman I found my gaze falling to her enormous cans, which were clearly Freshlike, and the coupon she gave me was for Green Giant.
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Dec 8, 2016 18:31
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Her eyes burned with indignant fire, her hair fell about her shoulders like a mantle, and her ruby lips pursed. A man could get lost in that face. But despite my best efforts to be a gentleman I found my gaze falling to her enormous cans, which were clearly Freshlike, and the coupon she gave me was for Green Giant.
Thank you for the beautiful sig Machai!
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Dec 8, 2016 18:39
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The right to bear arms
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Her eyes burned with indignant fire, her hair fell about her shoulders like a mantle, and her ruby lips pursed. A man could get lost in that face. But despite my best efforts to be a gentleman I found my gaze falling to her enormous cans, which were clearly Freshlike, and the coupon she gave me was for Green Giant.
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Dec 8, 2016 19:19
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Throw one at me if you'd like, burger punk. I've got all five senses and I slept last night, that puts me six up on the lot of you.
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light filters in through window blinds, casting harsh shadows, as sultry sax music plays, but it's a sultry sax cover of All I Want For Christmas Is You and the window blinds are actually the grating of the security door, closed outside the glass storefront. shop isn't open yet, but that doesn't stop a dame who spells trouble from tapping on the glass and pointing at her watch
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Dec 9, 2016 23:50
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"You lousy no good rat," I spat, my finger quavering on the trigger like a soprano about to hit the high note. "You knew I was planning to go visit my sister and you dropped out of your shift anyway. I ought to send you on a cool vacation somewhere hot."
The air hang heavy in the room. I sighed through my nose and wished I had the courage to quit, before clicking home the trigger and watching as the $2.99 tag rolled onto the can of beans.
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