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Mckay: “Hungry?”
Death: “I'm a fat kid, I'm always hungry.”
Mckay: “Chipotle?”
Death: “Yusss.”
Mckay: “Hey, Don't you owe me a dinner?”
Death: “Nooooo.”
Mckay: “Yea dude, I went and got you Armandos last week when you were high as shit and didn't want to stop playing GTA IV.”
Death: “Ahh yea, well alrighty then.”
We got in his truck and went on our way. He always drives and I always don't. I guess because I go pretty slow, meaning the speed limit, and that's not really in his best interest. We didn't say a word to each other on the way there, which is the way we are a lot of times. I think it's one of the reasons he's my best friend.
We arrived and proceeded to the Mexican burrito assembly line
Mckay: “Extra rice please”
Death: “Do you always get extra rice?”
Mckay: “Yes sir, otherwise they give the minimum they are supposed to give. I will have none of it.”
Death: “We'll now my burrito looks mini compared to yours.”
Mckay: “It looks kind of cute though.”
Death: “You're holding up the line, let's mooove.”
Cashier: “That'll be $6.70.”
Mckay: “Here you go.”
Cashier: “Oh hey, nice shirt... Taking Back Sunday, Is that a bible group thing?”
Mckay: “No, I don't read the bible sorry.”
Cashier: “You know Jesus died for your sins?”
Mckay: “I'll die for my own sins, thanks.”
Death: “Here Ma'am, I got it for both of us.”
Death gave her a card and touched her hand slightly as she took it from him.
He had just killed her.
He has a quota of thirty people a month. All he has to do is touch them, and a within a week they will get in a car crash, or contract cancer, or meet some other untimely ending. We don't know how, or exactly when, but they will die. I think it makes it easier to not know the specifics.
Mckay: “Why her?”
Death: “I don't mind a bible thumper here and there, but when I'm paying for mexican food? Come on. I need three more anyways.”
Mckay: “Alright, just asking. She works the cash register anyways, not important to the art form that is my carnitas filled tortilla. Now if you killed the cute girl who folded this shit, then we would have a problem.”
Death: “Don't worry, I would never jeopardize the architect.”
Mckay: “Folding rice and beans is the the key to immortality then?”
Death: “No, finding a good Tabasco scheme would be. I used to never use Tabasco, then I used Tabasco on every bite. Now I use Tabasco on every other bite.”
Mckay: “Why don't you just use it when you feel like it?”
Death: “That requires me to think, and I try to live independently of that as much as possible.”
Mckay: “That's sad...”
Death: “You know whats fucking sad, I could fit two of my burritos into one of yours.”
Mckay: “I'm an artist.”
Death: “You're a dirty hoe.”
Mckay: “I will be a dirty hoe that's full.”
We finished up and went to the gas station to get some beer. We don't really drink a lot of party ever, but we enjoy a beer or two sometimes. No rhyme or reason, just a casual “sure” when one of us ask the other if they would like one. I dislike buying beer because people always think I'm 15 years old, they give me trouble about my ID, and ask me questions I know the answer to, but give a panicky sounding answer for anyways.
Death doesn't really have those problems. He doesn't always wear his cloak, but most people can tell there something about him you don't want to fuck with. He comes in handy when I go to the mechanic or bank for problems, and makes me feel confident enough to be belligerent and snappy to people in public.
Time to drink and watch Americas best dance crew on MTV.
Me and Death like to relax after a hard days work.
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Death: “I'm a fat kid, I'm always hungry.”
Mckay: “Chipotle?”
Death: “Yusss.”
Mckay: “Hey, Don't you owe me a dinner?”
Death: “Nooooo.”
Mckay: “Yea dude, I went and got you Armandos last week when you were high as shit and didn't want to stop playing GTA IV.”
Death: “Ahh yea, well alrighty then.”
We got in his truck and went on our way. He always drives and I always don't. I guess because I go pretty slow, meaning the speed limit, and that's not really in his best interest. We didn't say a word to each other on the way there, which is the way we are a lot of times. I think it's one of the reasons he's my best friend.
We arrived and proceeded to the Mexican burrito assembly line
Mckay: “Extra rice please”
Death: “Do you always get extra rice?”
Mckay: “Yes sir, otherwise they give the minimum they are supposed to give. I will have none of it.”
Death: “We'll now my burrito looks mini compared to yours.”
Mckay: “It looks kind of cute though.”
Death: “You're holding up the line, let's mooove.”
Cashier: “That'll be $6.70.”
Mckay: “Here you go.”
Cashier: “Oh hey, nice shirt... Taking Back Sunday, Is that a bible group thing?”
Mckay: “No, I don't read the bible sorry.”
Cashier: “You know Jesus died for your sins?”
Mckay: “I'll die for my own sins, thanks.”
Death: “Here Ma'am, I got it for both of us.”
Death gave her a card and touched her hand slightly as she took it from him.
He had just killed her.
He has a quota of thirty people a month. All he has to do is touch them, and a within a week they will get in a car crash, or contract cancer, or meet some other untimely ending. We don't know how, or exactly when, but they will die. I think it makes it easier to not know the specifics.
Mckay: “Why her?”
Death: “I don't mind a bible thumper here and there, but when I'm paying for mexican food? Come on. I need three more anyways.”
Mckay: “Alright, just asking. She works the cash register anyways, not important to the art form that is my carnitas filled tortilla. Now if you killed the cute girl who folded this shit, then we would have a problem.”
Death: “Don't worry, I would never jeopardize the architect.”
Mckay: “Folding rice and beans is the the key to immortality then?”
Death: “No, finding a good Tabasco scheme would be. I used to never use Tabasco, then I used Tabasco on every bite. Now I use Tabasco on every other bite.”
Mckay: “Why don't you just use it when you feel like it?”
Death: “That requires me to think, and I try to live independently of that as much as possible.”
Mckay: “That's sad...”
Death: “You know whats fucking sad, I could fit two of my burritos into one of yours.”
Mckay: “I'm an artist.”
Death: “You're a dirty hoe.”
Mckay: “I will be a dirty hoe that's full.”
We finished up and went to the gas station to get some beer. We don't really drink a lot of party ever, but we enjoy a beer or two sometimes. No rhyme or reason, just a casual “sure” when one of us ask the other if they would like one. I dislike buying beer because people always think I'm 15 years old, they give me trouble about my ID, and ask me questions I know the answer to, but give a panicky sounding answer for anyways.
Death doesn't really have those problems. He doesn't always wear his cloak, but most people can tell there something about him you don't want to fuck with. He comes in handy when I go to the mechanic or bank for problems, and makes me feel confident enough to be belligerent and snappy to people in public.
Time to drink and watch Americas best dance crew on MTV.
Me and Death like to relax after a hard days work.
_______________________
Literature
PTSD
- - -
every night you scream at someone. i try to tell you they're not there; they don't exist. but you can't hear me. your body writhes like a tornado and the covers are bathed with sweat.
it must feel like blood to you. that must be why you howl yourself hoarse. why i sleep with earmuffs gripped tight and dream of you dying.
(it used to be a nightmare, but now it's more of a wish.)
- - -
you mumble to the same someone while you eat those crumbly cornflakes. something about something that i don't think you entirely understand.
i don't know why i still make you a bowl every day. you think i would learn after the thirteenth time of broom
Literature
glittery lime green
I've sent my voice
as far into you
as you've let it go
perhaps further
than you know,
but the point is that I have sent it,
you are some kind of
glittery lime green
and haven't figured out
what color I am yet,
but relationships are
more like abstract art
and everyone has
several (true) colors,
I'm sure we will blend as much as we contrast,
you see in me
the things I try
to understand
to s
Literature
for the drunks
there's a sense
of wealth
in me,
not one
that comes
from checking
bank statements,
or balancing
a check book,
but more
or less
a contrast
to the
spiritual
bankruptcy
of my
past,
I remember
sitting filthy
in self pity
on the stairs
of a church,
drinking beer
hotter
than
piss
from a
dirty
styrofoam
cup
fresh
from the
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