| I found him in a far corner of the caff,... 843 |
[Mar. 4th, 2010|03:20 am] |
I found him in a far corner of the caff, sitting
in front of a paper cup about the size of a World
War II mortar shellExcept for a scattering of
nurses and orderlies and one tense-looking family
group in another corner of the room, we had the
place to ourselvesMost of the chairs were
upended on the tables, and a tired-looking lady in
red rayon was working out with a mopAn iPod hung
in a sling between her breasts
"Hola, mi vato," Wireman said, and gave me a wan
smileHis hair, neatly combed back when he made
his entrance with Elizabeth and Jack, had fallen
down around his ears, and there were dark circles
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around his eyes"Why don't you grab yourself a
cup of coffee? It tastes like factory-made shit,
but it do prop up a person's eyelidsJust let me borrow |
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