I never intended to stop into this shithole of a town. It was my agent’s idea. It was supposed to be one week. One lousy week to train up for the big fight on Friday. Some fight. Kid didn’t know what hit him. Did he…
Fight night!
“You’re late, Max. You look like **** too.”
“So do you.” he replied. “What’s the wager?”
“Wager. You kidden me. Listen, hamma.” Kirk, the coach, talked with a cigar outta one side of his mouth. “You ain’t got no lead in the wager since you’re last screw up. All ya gotta do is stick this out and maybe, I said maybe, you can have one next time. You see these young chaps, prancing in their pretty pants and greasy dos. You gotta surprise’em champ.”
“Heh?” Max tipped his head to hear better.
“Surprise’em! You know. Give’em the old, one-two! Or you’re hamma broken or somthin’.”
“Somethin’,” Max replied sarcastically and coach eye’d him hard. “I know, I know. Knock those punks on their asses.”
“That’s the spirit, sport. Now go get cleaned up. You look like ****, Max. Better not be hitting the wall again.”
“Don’t even know it.”
Cope
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Max Kocourek (DELETED 5551)
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Re: Cope
Cellphones & Pigs Blood
My brain still burns. My muscles still ache. When will this be over? I need to get to my steroids to ease the pain. I know that will help jumpstart things.
The randomness in Charly’s explanations. The pleading. The broken little girl I heard in her voice. Saw in her eyes. That was no monster, but she is. I’ve collected two cellphones. Apparently, are pretty rare around this town. What’s so special about a lost cellphone that she cannot just go buy a few from the black market shops? Every town has them, every town has people who do not want to be traced. Anyway, I don’t know what she wants with these things. I was not going to help her to be honest. Why should I? Why should I? Right?!?! Right!?!? Whatever, they were just lying there. Now they are taken up space in my pocket until I find her.
Pig’s blood. Where’s in gods nation do ya find that ****. What the hell is the difference? I’m going to drink pigs blood it better be coming with a side of whole hog with an apple in its mouth. ****. Listen to me now. Some dark-haired girl showing me the ropes?! Boy if I’d seen or heard her coming… I’d slap a smirk across her face so hard she’d have hit the pavement. Made her ears ring, her head bleed out. Dead. It wouldn’t be me hurtin. No; self-defense, against some innocent looking dame. Yea. Dead for carrying a shiv into the mens showers. Dead.
I’m living some horrid episode of cops or saw7 movie. I have questions. Where the hell is she?
My brain still burns. My muscles still ache. When will this be over? I need to get to my steroids to ease the pain. I know that will help jumpstart things.
The randomness in Charly’s explanations. The pleading. The broken little girl I heard in her voice. Saw in her eyes. That was no monster, but she is. I’ve collected two cellphones. Apparently, are pretty rare around this town. What’s so special about a lost cellphone that she cannot just go buy a few from the black market shops? Every town has them, every town has people who do not want to be traced. Anyway, I don’t know what she wants with these things. I was not going to help her to be honest. Why should I? Why should I? Right?!?! Right!?!? Whatever, they were just lying there. Now they are taken up space in my pocket until I find her.
Pig’s blood. Where’s in gods nation do ya find that ****. What the hell is the difference? I’m going to drink pigs blood it better be coming with a side of whole hog with an apple in its mouth. ****. Listen to me now. Some dark-haired girl showing me the ropes?! Boy if I’d seen or heard her coming… I’d slap a smirk across her face so hard she’d have hit the pavement. Made her ears ring, her head bleed out. Dead. It wouldn’t be me hurtin. No; self-defense, against some innocent looking dame. Yea. Dead for carrying a shiv into the mens showers. Dead.
I’m living some horrid episode of cops or saw7 movie. I have questions. Where the hell is she?
