08.20.08
Posted by Varies at 9:12 pm in cereal
Ferdinando called me later that week asking to hang out. I was down with that, so it wasn’t long before we convened at the old diner. Oddly enough, he was already in the booth by the time I got there. It wasn’t normal, I tell ya. He’d never beat me to the punch in his life. I brushed it off, though, citing some quip I heard once about broken clocks being right twice a day.
“Yooo, Ferd! What’s the good word?”
He reached over and bumped my outstretched fist.
“Jus’ chillin’, bro. You know how it go.”
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08.19.08
Posted by Varies at 9:12 pm in cereal
A few hours of downing expressos later, I was pretty amped up for the meeting with my prospective boss. The place was not at all like the LCO. The LCO was like an old haunted house or something while Dale’s was like business office. I walked in and the receptionist at the front desk asked me if I was looking into adoption. When I told her that I was here to see Dale, she buzzed him over the intercom and he was out to greet me. He had the air of a car salesman about him, and he greeted me like an old friend.
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08.18.08
Posted by Varies at 9:12 pm in cereal
Having nothing better to do, I went down to the part of the city where Dale’s House of Orphans was operating. Unlike the LCO, which was in the middle of nowhere, Dale’s was in the heart of the city. It was around the corner from a hospital and across the street from a high school. I had a hunch that the location was deliberate — what with all the teenage pregnancies these days. While I was scoping out the block, I stopped in at a coffee shop to order a pick-me-up. Sure was cold that day, and I hadn’t slept much the night before, either.
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08.15.08
Posted by Varies at 5:01 pm in cereal
It’d be a pain to describe all the night’s action, so I’ll just point you to the results.
I won. Big. I went in with 2.5 G and walked out with 10 big ones. That’s the power of intuition, my friends. Of course, I wasn’t completely satisfied. For as much as I pulled in, the bozos running the show probably made double. They didn’t have to gamble, either. All they had to do was take a cut of the ticket sales.
As a man who always has his eye on bigger fish, I was itching to get in on that sweet little gig. So, while waiting in line to get my winning tickets cashed, I couldn’t help myself when I saw one of the dudes who I’d seen coming out of the euro cars earlier.
“Hi,” I said. I had the feeling that I was going to have to reel it in slowly with this guy.
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08.14.08
Posted by Varies at 4:52 pm in cereal
I had arrived a few minutes early, so I sat around for a bit and took in the atmosphere. There were a few tough-looking dudes carrying trays stacked with coloured tickets. That reminded me — I had to figure out the betting system before things got rolling if I wanted to get the most out of the night’s action.
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08.13.08
Posted by Varies at 5:42 pm in cereal
It wasn’t until the day of the meeting that I remembered that I hadn’t asked Ferdinando when we were supposed to get there. What? I was too busy getting other people to pay back their debts to bother with much else.
Anyway, I called up Ferdi and asked him when the meeting was.
“Yo Ferd, what’s up?”
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08.12.08
Posted by Varies at 2:41 pm in cereal
When my buddy Ferdinando put the envelope in my hand, I was skeptical to say the least. He must have noticed it, too, because he flinched when I flicked open my knife.
“Trust me, bro, it’s all there.”
“We’ll see,” I said.
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08.11.08
Posted by Varies at 11:23 pm in cereal
I’m writing a story now.
It’s about an underground fighting league for orphans.
Updated Monday-Friday for as long as I can manage it. Don’t expect super long posts.
The “cereal” tag will have to do, seeing as I can’t create tags. It’s a homonym for the word serial.
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11.09.07
Posted by squidink at 12:28 am in cereal, illustration, love
And that, my friends, is the source of all our problems on this blog.
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