Twelve

[offthepigs]

The last I remember was standing in a line at a corner cafe staring at a thin brunette a few places ahead of me. She was standing there in line, one hand on her curvy little hips, tapping her heel on the hardwood floor. She had brought her drink and took a seat by the window, by herself. I didn't have to be at the office for another hour, so I was

Comments

[modern_truths]

What's a bar-ra-cuda...?

[offthepigs]

It's classy.

[modern_truths]

...It is?

[offthepigs]

With a fresh, new, paint job.

[written_rancor]

...Holy shit.

[offthepigs]

Holy fucking shit.

[written_rancor]

...Okay. Okay. Alright. I'm not going to freak out here because I'm talking to the creator of gonzo. Nuh-uh, no way. Gotta show him I'm a SANE fan. Just 'cause you look like a fanboy doesn't mean you have to act like one. Okay. Calm down. Here we go...

I love you.

[offthepigs]

...

Holy fucking shit.

[glock30]

That sounds like the City.

[offthepigs]

I'm sure it does. Which city?

[glock30]

This one.

[offthepigs]

Wow, good job.