GAME ENTRY 5 // "OBJECTS OF LOVE" // NOV 19 - 25, 2007

[cougar_ridge_v2]

A Welcome back, Jack message is written on the wall of his coffee house - because what would Jack’s be without a cryptic message scrawled on his wall in blood red?

If honey's what you covet,
You'll find that I love it,
Because I'll guzzle
Up the thing you prize!

The city's going downhill,
So I'll give it a thrill
And I'll take any gift of love

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[cr_ronald_felps]

Barry came through with the van. The lift takes me in the side, I lock my wheels to staples in the floor, and I knuckle it out of the chair and over to the driver's seat. Spent a lot of the last week trying it out-trying it out over to Vegas and back. I probably should have let someone know I wouldn't be in to work, but what are they going to do? Fire a crippled black vet?

Anyway, I won more than I lost, spent more than I won on a hooker who was happy to pretend I was just like anyone else, and made up the difference in the free drinks they give you so you're too stupid drunk to gamble right. But skipping the hooker wouldn't have left me with enough for a new pair of legs, right?

But now I'm back, and on the clock again, working the register and stocking shelves.

Way back in the liquor aisle, I've got to stock about two cases of scotch. I swear, if anyone ever really wanted to immobilize the Ridge, the first thing they ought to do is carpet bomb Scotland. When was the last time this place sold a bottle of fucking brandy? Or gin?

After work, I'm pushing my way to O'Malley's. I definitely don't want to try to make it home without my daily visit to the bar. The going's not too bad. I almost went over pushing my way through a sidewalk some asshole hadn't shoveled this morning. I almost wish I had. I've got the disassembled Steyr AUG and the Beretta under the seat of the chair, along with a couple of grenades. And Lyndon's not the only one who knows how to use a set of tools. I added a ½-inch steel plate to the underside of the chair. If I go over on some jackass's unshoveled walk, I'm getting behind that plate and taking out his whole fucking house.

But right now I want a beer.

But when I get to O'Malley's, someone says, "Hey, where's your medal?"

[Ronald Felps, now under new management.]