009 [Voice]

[queensboulevard]

Has anyone seen Peter? I, uh, I went down to visit him and he wasn't fucking there.

I mean it. He's my warden. Where the fuck is he?

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[cautionarystory]

Did he promise you he'd stick around? That he'd always be there for you?

Peter's good at writing checks he can't cash. He's probably left again.

[queensboulevard]

Something like that, yeah.

What do you mean 'left?'

[cautionarystory]

I mean gone. Off the barge. Not coming back.

[queensboulevard]

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

[cautionarystory]

Nope, not kidding.

[queensboulevard]

Well. That fucking blows.

Who're you anyways?

[cautionarystory]

You'll get used to it.

I'm Peter's girlfriend. Or I guess I was.

He's shameless.

[queensboulevard]

Peter's girlfriend got a name?

[cautionarystory]

Elle.

Peter's inmate got a name?

[queensboulevard]

Vince. How long you been here?

[cautionarystory]

Long enough to know that everybody you think won't leave eventually will, and that trusting wardens is almost as stupid as trusting other inmates.

Or twenty-six months.

[queensboulevard]

Wait, that's two years.

Two fucking years.

[cautionarystory]

And some change, yeah.

[queensboulevard]

Don't suppose you have anything to celebrate with? If that's something worth celebrating.

[cautionarystory]

I try to avoid celebrating the anniversary of my dying and winding up in hell. And even if I wanted to, I'm all out of confetti and balloons.

[queensboulevard]

Well I don't have confetti or balloons but... wait, nope, no booze anymore either.