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Hollywood,1967

I don’t care if you’re black, yellow, red. Heck, I don’t even care if you’re a woman or nah. I don’t discriminate. I hate ya all. Simple as that. Get it? Got it? Good. Now scram you little piece of trash.
We ran and laughed at the same time, our lungs in agony for the most part. We knew Rory, had known him for years. But he didn’t know us, he never did. He always seemed to live in his own world, a fabric made of smoke, the scent of piss and a peculiar dose of alcohol. That’s what we thought. And as rumors had it, he had been occupying this particular corner of the street for decades now, even more so. Max even assumed the guy could reincarnate, that he had been living there in his pastlives too. I told him to shut the hell up, nobody reincarnates, and losers like Rory sure as hell don’t.
“Who gives a crap about his stories anyway?” I said as we entered the garden.
“Well my dad used to tell me stuff about Rory” Max answered.
Joe and I looked at him, I grinned.
“Your dad? Stuff?” Continue reading

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Conspicuous

“After all these years, you’d think I woulda learned something.”
“Who, me? No, never. You a moron.”
“Thank you. Always nice to kick a man down.”
He necked his drink, and John poured him another one.
“What is it this time heh? Is it politics? Favoritism? Society as a whole?” John asked.
“Fuck you.”
“You delicate flower you.”
He grinned heavily, enjoying the situation. Over the past twenty years, they’d come to develop this sort of push-your-buttons relationship. But they never allowed anybody else to do it. I knew I couldn’t, so I kept to myself and to my seat and watched the whole scene. John grabbed another bottle and put it on the bar. Walt didn’t move an inch. Continue reading

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Bad to worse

“and if God is willing, you’ll be out by…”
“Do you really think God has anything to do with this? Like it’s all part of his grand plan for me?”
“Don’t knock on God you unfaithful moron.”
“No, but seriously? Like, letting me and all my family die from this shit? That’s one hell of a plan. Thanks God, thanks a lot.”
“Look man, I hold onto what I can. That’s it.”
“Right, sorry. But I get it. Just, please, don’t get fooled. This is not on God. This is no cold. This is no flu, man. Hell, this is no fucking AIDS either. Gosh, do people still die from that?” Continue reading

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Fucking indecision

There! I said it! I don’t fucking want to be here anymore, and yes, I know, it was my choice to begin with. But that’s beside the point. And it’s like they say, pick your fucking poison. Make you bed and fucking sleep in it. Whatever crappy saying there’s to talk about this works I guess. Continue reading

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