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Barnes and noble...
I pick up a "weekly" magazine and palahniuk's new novel "diary" and plop myself down at the last remaining sofa. I put my feet on the table and some guy reading some kama sutra book glances at me, my feet, then me again, and then back to his sex book.
And I'm the pervert.
I check out some oscar nominees, cursed seabiscuit under my breath, then opened up "diary" for some much needed palahniuk ramblings.
Thats when Tim shows up.
"hey pretty boy!"
Tim is an obnoxious ass who works the dishwasher at olive garden. He's one of those tall dumbasses who never shut up.
"Whatcha doin bitch." he asks.
"baking a cake, what does it look like?"
"ahhh, son, don't get testy. I'm your daddy, go wax my car."
And im the pretty boy.
"why don't you wax my dick and get the fuck out of here." I say, the look around at the other people quietly reading their novels and sex books.
"Ahh, ben, come on now, we're brothers, you don't talk like that to your brother."
"Your not my brother, i know im not that ugly." I snap and go back to reading my book.
"Ahhh..." he chuckles to himself and shifts from foot to foot like he has to pee or somthing.
"You ok there champ?"
Ignoring the question. "why aren't you working slacker?"
"its my day off." i shrug.
"me too." Tim says.
"Really? surprise."
Tim says "you see the game? That was fucking bullshit."
The guy lowers his sex book enough for me to see an upside down backwards horse mount and says to tim, "Could you keep it down?"
"fuck off." Tim snaps. and then glares at the book for a second, and turns his head to get a better view.
And im the asshole.
I get up, "i'll let you two talk, see you saturday dumbass." As i walk away, i see Tim grabbing himself a sex book. I put the magazine on the shelf, place "diary" in between "invisible monsters and "choke" and walk out of barnes and noble.
I remember when barnes and noble was relaxing.
I pick up a "weekly" magazine and palahniuk's new novel "diary" and plop myself down at the last remaining sofa. I put my feet on the table and some guy reading some kama sutra book glances at me, my feet, then me again, and then back to his sex book.
And I'm the pervert.
I check out some oscar nominees, cursed seabiscuit under my breath, then opened up "diary" for some much needed palahniuk ramblings.
Thats when Tim shows up.
"hey pretty boy!"
Tim is an obnoxious ass who works the dishwasher at olive garden. He's one of those tall dumbasses who never shut up.
"Whatcha doin bitch." he asks.
"baking a cake, what does it look like?"
"ahhh, son, don't get testy. I'm your daddy, go wax my car."
And im the pretty boy.
"why don't you wax my dick and get the fuck out of here." I say, the look around at the other people quietly reading their novels and sex books.
"Ahh, ben, come on now, we're brothers, you don't talk like that to your brother."
"Your not my brother, i know im not that ugly." I snap and go back to reading my book.
"Ahhh..." he chuckles to himself and shifts from foot to foot like he has to pee or somthing.
"You ok there champ?"
Ignoring the question. "why aren't you working slacker?"
"its my day off." i shrug.
"me too." Tim says.
"Really? surprise."
Tim says "you see the game? That was fucking bullshit."
The guy lowers his sex book enough for me to see an upside down backwards horse mount and says to tim, "Could you keep it down?"
"fuck off." Tim snaps. and then glares at the book for a second, and turns his head to get a better view.
And im the asshole.
I get up, "i'll let you two talk, see you saturday dumbass." As i walk away, i see Tim grabbing himself a sex book. I put the magazine on the shelf, place "diary" in between "invisible monsters and "choke" and walk out of barnes and noble.
I remember when barnes and noble was relaxing.