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Thursday, September 23, 2010

Three

Remus stared across the street at the limo parked in front of the Vietnamese restaurant, Foo Food, across the street from Watershed Heights. As he looked on, an asian man in a suit got out of the back and walked into the restaurant. The chauffeur got out and lit a cigarette while leaning against the presumably empty car. Fucking gooks, Remus thought, as he lit his own cigarette and continued on his walk. The only Vietnamese restaurant in the whole city, and they had to build it right in front of my god damn apartment. He took a drag, and then turned back towards Foo Food, just in time to see the man in the suit exit the building with a briefcase in each hand. What the hell? he thought. The chauffeur let the man in, then climbed in himself, and the limo pulled lazily out of the lot and disappeared down the street. I'll be damned.. Wonder what kinda shit they got runnin' there...

Just then the heavens opened up, and an ocean of water fell from the sky. Cursing, Remus threw down his soaked cigarette and ducked into the nearest building. After shaking water from his soaked head, Remus took a look at the building he was in. Bottles of cheap alcohol lined one wall, and on the opposite wall there hung a wide variety of guns. Jesus Christ, it's a good thing I never came in here depressed! Cheap guns and cheap booze in one place, what kind of genius came up that one?

"Looks like you got rained on!" said the cashier. He was a short white man with a bowl cut and glasses. Remus turned to face him and gave him a blank stare before replying.
"Yeah, it's raining."
"About time! My lawn has been dying of thirst!"
"Interesting."
"Ha ha, well I certainly think so! Can i help you with something before i bore you to death? Haha!"
Remus turned his head towards the wall lined with guns. His eyes wandered up and down a few moments before he saw it. Near the top of the shelf hung a Nam era m16, the weapon he had clung to in ditches and held like a child's blanket as death crashed all around him.
"No, you can't help me," he said. He turned and walked back out into the rain.

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