Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, hundred, one-ten; I made one hundred and ten dollars. At least I made a third of the rent. Cheap bastards. That was a long night. What time is it? 5am, it’s too early in the morning to go to sleep. I’m not ever gonna get up if I fall asleep. I can’t go out. It’s too late for that.
I ain’t seen Coley in a while. I’ll call her later. Maybe I’ll go to sleep, just for a little while, not like I got a day job to get to anyways.
“Ring, Ring, Ring…..” She’s not pickin up again. Hope nothin’s wrong with her. I’ma have to stop by the café later and see what she been up to.
Its cold outside I need to wear my jacket. I can’t ever find that damn thing. Ha, here it is.
Sketch coffee, good one Coley, doesn’t make people nervous at all.
“Hey Dylan, where Coley at? I ain’t seen her in a while.”
“Dunno,” he mumbled, “she hasn’t been in yet. She’ll probably be here soon.”
“Aight, let me get a cup of coffee while I wait.”
He’s not bad looking. She only hires the good-looking ones. Here she comes.
Damn, I know that bag isn’t full of booze.
“ Out pickin up your breakfast I see. You all stocked up for the day?”
She got that that look in her eyes, I’m not bout to start riding her today. She’s already been drinking anyway. Wouldn’t make a difference what I say, she’ s not gonna hear it.
“Where you been at? You don’t answer the phone no more. I was worried bout you.”
Silence.
“Coley, hell is wrong with you? Where the fuck you been?”
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Blog Ch1
Where the hell is my jacket at? If I don't leave now I'll miss the last bus for the night and I don't got that kind of money to be takin' cabs to work every night. Cheap bastards don't tip but five dollars or so and Big Rick charges all the girls to dance at his club.
Damn! There goes the bus. I'm gonna have to ask Grandma Pearl's boy for a ride. What was his name? Albert or Alex or somethin like that. Anyway he comes to the club all the time. He'll probably go tonight if he can get his grandmother's car. He's an alright tipper. I guess it aint his money he's throwing at me so it don't make no difference to him. Poor old woman. \
There he is.
“Hey, you comin’ out tonight?” I yelled
“I guess, you need a ride or somethin?” He asked
“Yea, I just missed the bus. Big Rick is gonna have my butt if I’m late again.” I said as I was walkin’ to the car
Damn! There goes the bus. I'm gonna have to ask Grandma Pearl's boy for a ride. What was his name? Albert or Alex or somethin like that. Anyway he comes to the club all the time. He'll probably go tonight if he can get his grandmother's car. He's an alright tipper. I guess it aint his money he's throwing at me so it don't make no difference to him. Poor old woman. \
There he is.
“Hey, you comin’ out tonight?” I yelled
“I guess, you need a ride or somethin?” He asked
“Yea, I just missed the bus. Big Rick is gonna have my butt if I’m late again.” I said as I was walkin’ to the car
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