10-30-2020, 03:02 PM
[That same day]
"I got everything. You tell me! Whatever you want. I got it!" bragged the shifty man in the dirty alley.
"Pain. What do you have for pain?" asked the man in a solemn tone.
"What kinda pain? Gunshot? Broken leg? Your ol' lady smack you ova the head with somethin?" asked the shifty man.
"I've lost someone" said the alleyway customer.
The grungy looking dope-peddler took a moment to size up the man's needs.
"Ooooh, so your lady ran off with another fella, eh?" he said sure of himself.
This enraged the man in pursuit of relief. He lunged forward, grabbing the scummy little maggot before
him, pushing him forcefully back against the cold, wet brick wall.
"I don't need your bedside manner! Just give me what I fucking need!" demanded the very angry customer.
"OK, ok, take it easy. Shit! That's all you had to say pal, heartbreak. I got ya!" returned the greasy little worm.
He reached into his coat pocket bringing out a small baggie of capsules. Holding them out for the man to see.
"This'll fix you up nice!" he said in a smarmy tone.
The man grabbed the baggie from his palm. Holding it closer to see its contents.
"It's what those Space fucks use, their uh, inoculations or whatever" he went on.
The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a small wad of cash as he stood there in contemplation.
"But this stuff, quadruple the strength! It'll blow your damn socks off!" he said to seal the deal.
The customer stared down at the illicit substance, then up to the wormy little bastard selling it.
He flung the money at the dirty man and walked away. The alleyway entrepreneur scrambling
quickly to gather up the bills before they got wet.
"Hey, you need anything else, you come see me! I got it all!" he yelled as the man continued walking away.
The man stopped where the alley opened onto a side street. His Spirit broken. Utterly.
He ran his eyes up and down the scene before him. Not knowing or caring which direction
he would go.
Poor Orville.
"I got everything. You tell me! Whatever you want. I got it!" bragged the shifty man in the dirty alley.
"Pain. What do you have for pain?" asked the man in a solemn tone.
"What kinda pain? Gunshot? Broken leg? Your ol' lady smack you ova the head with somethin?" asked the shifty man.
"I've lost someone" said the alleyway customer.
The grungy looking dope-peddler took a moment to size up the man's needs.
"Ooooh, so your lady ran off with another fella, eh?" he said sure of himself.
This enraged the man in pursuit of relief. He lunged forward, grabbing the scummy little maggot before
him, pushing him forcefully back against the cold, wet brick wall.
"I don't need your bedside manner! Just give me what I fucking need!" demanded the very angry customer.
"OK, ok, take it easy. Shit! That's all you had to say pal, heartbreak. I got ya!" returned the greasy little worm.
He reached into his coat pocket bringing out a small baggie of capsules. Holding them out for the man to see.
"This'll fix you up nice!" he said in a smarmy tone.
The man grabbed the baggie from his palm. Holding it closer to see its contents.
"It's what those Space fucks use, their uh, inoculations or whatever" he went on.
The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a small wad of cash as he stood there in contemplation.
"But this stuff, quadruple the strength! It'll blow your damn socks off!" he said to seal the deal.
The customer stared down at the illicit substance, then up to the wormy little bastard selling it.
He flung the money at the dirty man and walked away. The alleyway entrepreneur scrambling
quickly to gather up the bills before they got wet.
"Hey, you need anything else, you come see me! I got it all!" he yelled as the man continued walking away.
The man stopped where the alley opened onto a side street. His Spirit broken. Utterly.
He ran his eyes up and down the scene before him. Not knowing or caring which direction
he would go.
Poor Orville.
