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(found under a pair of shit soaked boxers in a bus stop shelter)

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(found under a pair of shit soaked boxers in a bus stop shelter)

@@@@@@ Soaked to the point that the shoes made a Shuush sound when he walked. He saw through the snow mist night the girl like dream. "fuck" he said under his breath and immediately regretted it because it was somewhat like talking to him self. "Don't worry about it" he then said to him self. The night was cold. Hence the snow mist. Jerome's nose was leaking by the time he got into the small room that was at the end of the all in a small square brick building. The land lord had not been shoveling the walk. Jerome knew that his neighbor would be complaining in the morning. The phone rang and Jerome picked it up absent mindedly. He hardly got phone calls so he was under the impression that it was dream. His days had been like dreams lately. snow mist dreams of purgatory. "Jerome?" Said the person on the other end. @@@@@ Natural light. It was flickering off his sweating red face. He was going on about fucking a girl out back of a bar in the dead of winter. Jerome sat at a distance and with a sad dead expression of expressionlessness he goaded the man telling the story without even knowing. The man would look over and think to himself. 'Why is this kid not enjoying himself?' It was a magical night for Larry. He had taken some of the people down from the training he was putting on for the hotel and now they were drinking with him in a bar he liked and here was this young fuck over at the next table with that smug curl in his lips and hate running out of his black eyes. The people from the training up at the hotel had a big day ahead of them and bowed out in their timid sheepish way in which their lives would be chosen for them. Thinking of this, Larry looked over at the tall obstruction of his dream. Jerome was slight. However with the right layering he looked fit. This was something he at least half knew (Jerome) because he was always sweating from the layers. He had a bad odour problem and his face was red from the heat of the layers but he had not been beaten up since grad school and even when that happened his clothing layers padded the beating. Of course, Larry knew nothing of the layers. Jerome's outer "skin" layer today was a leather trench coat and Larry was having to work up the courage to go over and talk to him. Larry let out a long unsteady breath as his eyes squinted and 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly' music started up in the back of his mind. Jerome was thinking about the lack of decent socks in his wardrobe. He must be ignoring me to intimidate me. The little fucker's good. Thought Larry. Larry drank a long drink of his triple that the bartender had plopped in front of him saying it was his last. Larry cocked his head and smiled. Jerome looked over at Larry. An older man with a widow's peak in his black hair was staring at him, head to one side. 'Free beer,' went through Jerome's mind. Jerome looked at the man (Larry) and smiled. The man came over to Jerome's seat and sat down. @@@@@@ It was Larry. “What's new Larry?” asked Jerome. "Jerome, I was talking to that girl...” “Mmm.” “Yeah and she said...” “Larry, I really do not give the slightest.” “Oh, I like your sense of humour. I have been around buddy, you know.” “No. I have not been around, Larry. I am a loser.” “I do not think you think you are a loser.” “No.” “Anyway, so she came over at around 11 and I was there watching porn on the computer.” “Good porn?” “It was alright.” “Yeah, what was it?” “Girl on girl shit.” “Intense?” “Ah, you know, but that is not what we are talking about.” “Larry, you are having a mid-life crisis. Go back to your wife.” At this Larry laughed. “Yeah, right?!” Questioning his own dismissal while making it and not wanting to believe that he did in fact insist on something that he was not at heart in agreement with, he was confused. “Larry, I got shit to do,” said Jerome eying a book about John Lennon on the table. “Okay, try to get your ass to work.” Larry had gotten Jerome a job at the hotel. “You like my ass, don't you Larry.” “I do.” Larry said with a sexual inflection that made Jerome somewhat sick to his stomach. The things Jerome had done for money. “When do I work next?” “Wednesday.” “Cool.” Jerome hung up the phone and picked up the book on John Lennon.@@@@@@@ Smells on the bus or metro always bothered Larry. Larry was sitting beside a girl that was in an ecco jacket trying to look cool. Trying to impress her. The girl kept looking straight ahead. "Oh that's hot!" the girl says. She giggles a bit and glances sideways at Larry. Larry smiles and looks himself up and down trying to find the source of the hotness. "Ha!" he says holding up his purple dress shirt. "This is Winner's. Cheap stuff really." The girl smiles and sticks her tongue out to lick her red lips and exposes her diamond tongue ring. "He's so hot." Larry looks around. His hair is greasy and he wears jeans with "stop" written in graffiti style in a ripped out spot just above the knee. Larry did not know what this meant but the young girls at the store had said his butt looked good in them. Remembering this, Larry got up and faked looking for a coin he'd dropped. The girl was laughing. "Hey buddy" she said tapping Larry on the shoulder. "You mind, I am on the phone. I'll give you whatever you dropped." She was pointing at her blue tooth. Larry slinked back into his seat muttering "That's okay." @@@@@@@@ Larry's wife, Chanel, was out on the town with friends. They had been drinking. There was a fake fire pit and classy looking atmosphere in general. Her friends had been good about not bringing up the breakup of her and her husband. "You made more money then him, hey?" Lucy said to Chanel. Chanel smiled a "I'm gonna bite your head off if you're not careful" smile. "I don't feel bad. Larry was an ass. He made a mistake. He left me because a girl smiled at him on the bus." "What? That is strange? What do you think? He had an affair?" "I think he's an idiot that reads too much into things like fucking smiles. I think he saw me getting a bit older and thought he could trade me in for a newer model!" Chanel said in a cold laconic, cutting voice. Her friend who had had a moment alone with Chanel was taken aback at this omission of suspicion. "Well, he's a fucking retard asshole then, Chanel. You need a real man. A classy man." Chanel saluted Lucy with her glass and they both looked over intently at the clean cut buff guys at the next table, who came in after the last game of the season.> @@@@@@@@@@

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