Uh, $440. He didn’t blink an eye. We faced the wall + I pulled my wad out of my pants. It took a while to sort out and he also seemed nervous. I felt better with the 4 crisp $100 dollar notes. Hada tours was closed for siesta by the time I had the dollares. I went bac...
for cigarettes and strong black coffee, I kept the knife that my wayward father had had made for my thirteenth birthday by one of his nut-job fringe dwelling survivalist buddies kissing close at all times as the broken men who picked me up tried to get into my only just teen-aged pants...