to blame? Brendan?
The monster? Or me?
Hey, guess what. It
doesn’t matter, anyway.
We Set Up a Tentative Meet
For tomorrow evening. Barring
complications, my car should
be running by then. I guess
I should be a little scared,
but I’m not. It’s not like he can
rip off my virginity twice.
Later I’ll call Grady, who’d
jump in front of a moving
train to score glass like this.
Hmm. Maybe I should have
arranged to meet Brendan
down by the railroad trench.
Next time. Meanwhile, looks
like I’ve gone into business
for myself. Entrepreneurship,
the American Way. Although
I doubt Warren Buffett ever had
anything like this in mind.
It’s simple. [If not exactly legal,
but then neither is that insider
trading shit.] It doesn’t take a
college degree. [Or even a GED.]
And it’s lucrative. [Only if you’re
not dipping into the profit margin.]
Therein lies a major problem