i sat on the filthy couch watching television through bellows of smoke in my apartment. i wondered if don was coming back or not. where the hell did he go anyhow? he couldn't have gone far, it was 3:30 in the fucking morning. where could he have gone. i lit a cigarette to add to the toxic air around me. i was so tired, i had to go to bed soon. it was a warm night, i decided to go on the balcony and finish my smoke. i leaned against the railing. it was really quiet, i could hear the trains off in the distance. the trains that would keep me parked and waiting for up to an hour and a half at times stoped at the tracks, especially really late at night. i fell asleep once waiting for the damned train to start rolling. i woke up to a cop banging on my window. it was awful, shit scared me so bad i wet my pants. literally. i fucking wet my pants. he had me get out of the car, thought i was all fucked up or something. i explained that the whole time i was there i was waiting for the train to move. i really hadn't drank anything. i smoked a joint. but i wasn't drunk. there were no indicators, he had me do a series of tests followed with a breathalizer. i did great. i said my fucking abc's backwards too. i've been practicing that shit for years. you shoulda seen his face, fucking amazing. i didn't end up getting a ticket, i thought i was hot shit. i wasn't that slick though. i had in fact wet my pants.
i laughed and then i saw headlights.
it was don, he was in his big shitty brown lesabre. he had a big dumb grin on his face.
"hey gooch, i got us taco bell."
"why?"
"i thought you'd want some. i knew roach would. i got you bean burritos man, you love them."
i did love them, i wasn't in the mood though. i was tired and wanted my fucking money. that's what i wanted. that fucker was trying to buy me off with taco bell.
"i'm good." i said.
"c'mon gooch, it's your favorite. i got sour cream on em with extra onion."
i was really debating this here. why did he have to get the sour cream? i didn't even know if he remembered about the onions. i just glared at him. he had a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth with both hands filled with taco bell bags. his michigan hat was cocked to the left. he came walking up the steps to the apartment. i opened the door for him and then tripped him as he walked past the threshold. he fell into the garbage can and then set the food on the coffee table.
"what the fuck gooch? i was trying to be nice."
"where's the fucking money flow?" i said mad as hell. i grabbed the rocks glass off the table and started chewing on a piece of ice while glaring at him.
i laughed and then i saw headlights.
it was don, he was in his big shitty brown lesabre. he had a big dumb grin on his face.
"hey gooch, i got us taco bell."
"why?"
"i thought you'd want some. i knew roach would. i got you bean burritos man, you love them."
i did love them, i wasn't in the mood though. i was tired and wanted my fucking money. that's what i wanted. that fucker was trying to buy me off with taco bell.
"i'm good." i said.
"c'mon gooch, it's your favorite. i got sour cream on em with extra onion."
i was really debating this here. why did he have to get the sour cream? i didn't even know if he remembered about the onions. i just glared at him. he had a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth with both hands filled with taco bell bags. his michigan hat was cocked to the left. he came walking up the steps to the apartment. i opened the door for him and then tripped him as he walked past the threshold. he fell into the garbage can and then set the food on the coffee table.
"what the fuck gooch? i was trying to be nice."
"where's the fucking money flow?" i said mad as hell. i grabbed the rocks glass off the table and started chewing on a piece of ice while glaring at him.
