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
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