Glass (Crank 2)

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