"Right.
I was a little blasted that night." "Really. It
didn’t show." "Your girl’s
got a flair for sarcasm," El Sob said to me. "Ask her about
radiation," I mumbled quietly. "I need to find
the restroom," Stephanie announced, standing up from the couch. El Sob ordered two
more beers the next time the waitress came by. "So, what have
you been doing with yourself, lately?" he asked. "I assume you
mean since the six months of masturbation and self loathing?" "Well, yeah.
Of course. Everyone knew about that." "One morning
I woke up and I knew I needed to get a job. Living in my parents' basement
just wasn't cutting it anymore." "Did you go
back to IKEA?" "Please. I'm
working at an office downtown. Got set up with a temp agency. I type
memos and wear a tie now." "Jesus Christ,
man." "So, yeah. I
got a steady paycheck going, and that was nice. Got settled in my new
apartment and started thinking that Emily wasn't the end of the world." "So, she wasn't
returning your calls?" "Basically." El Sob slapped me
on the back of the head and called me a dumb-fuck. "Go on." "I started going
to bars that I'd never been kicked out of before, tried to establish
some kind of scene for myself. Dated around a bit, nothing serious." "Anyone worth
mention?" "I went out
with this Russian stripper a few times, she seemed more like your time
than mine." "How so?" "Good head and
bad English." "That sounds
perfect, how'd you let her go?" "We just really
didn't have that much in common." "Right. Come
have a cigarette with me." "Where's my
girlfriend?" "She won't go
far." Outside, under a
streetlight I noticed that El Sob's two front teeth were broken. "What the fuck
happened to you?" "What?"[read
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