Fallout (Crank 3)

He starts off, leaving Mom

standing here. Once his back

is solidly pointed at me,

I whisper, “What’s wrong?”

She shrugs. Nothing you need

to worry about. Kristina’s latest

scheme is all. She not-quite-hugs

me. I’d better catch up. TTFN.

KRISTINA, SCHEME QUEEN

That could be her epitaph.

And her obit could contain

the following resume:

Job Title:

Drug manufacturer and trafficker.

Job Description:

Make easy money cooking meth and moving it, Point A to Point B. (Caveat: Ingredients are volatile.)

Job Title:

Prison inmate.

Job Description:

Get paid thirty-six cents per hour painting murals on cafeteria walls. (Caveat: Goes toward restitution.)

Job Title:

Boy toy.

Job Description:

Low pay, but all the sex you can ask for. Just lay back and spread your legs. (Caveat: Unprotected sex equals babies.)

Job Title:

Newspaper saleslady.

Job Description:

Pyramid possibilities if you form a crew of loser teenagers. (Caveat: High school dropouts are lazy.)

Job Title:

Used car saleslady.