Friday March 18, 2016
From a Death, Sex and Money podcast
“Don’t give me another reason to doubt you! Just don’t do it. Don’t give me another reason to hate you, Sanders!”
Mick shouts at the top of his lungs on his way out of the deli.
The rift goes back. Way back. Before the streets had the names they do now. Before Venus made eggs over easy.
Sanders doesn’t hear Mick. He pisses and then washes his hands and then wipes his hands on his pants. He mutters,
He forgot that he wore khakis.