death wish :: tristen
Sept 16, 2017 15:50:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 15:50:21 GMT -5
R O B E R T
"Sullivan, can we talk?"
Uncharacteristically, Mr. Dean and I haven't talked much, he doesn't come around that much -- just a bunch of young adults running his day care, no worries. Last time I saw him, Mad and I were smoking on the roof and Joseph ran up with red flags, nearly pissed myself. "Is this about Lucien? Look, he stole that knife, aren't we supposed to be teaching life lessons anyways?"
"Stop threatening the kids, first of all,"
"Gotcha," easy enough. Not like anybody else will teach them self defense around here. All I'm saying is between Joseph and I, I'd kill him in a knife fight, nobody can teach knives like I can -- that's a fact. Leaning against the stair railing as he steps into my room, resisting asking what he's looking for, sure is in my business though. "The new caretaker is coming in in ten, Joseph can't open today so I'm trusting you-" pointing his finger to my chest like a pistol, "to keep things civil around here." Yeah yeah, "will do," a fake smile, I'll eat him alive - 'new caretaker' fuck that. See, that's the thing about big corporations, they're always trying to cut out those who are too smart to fixate their dream standard. Joseph and Brian are practically hypnotized by work ethics, but not me; just thought I'd have more time.
"You promise? I'm almost out of warnings here, Robert."
Ride or die, "completely, no worries-" we need to unionize faster dammit, capitalism's rotting this business inside out.
Ten minutes, I don't dare inhale loudly until Mr. Dean closes the door behind him, ziplock bag in my back pocket like I'm packing heat -- time to rig this place. Ten minutes, no new kid's gonna replace me, Damien told me ahead of time record says he's an ex-convict. Got caught with blood on his hands and everything, I'm not gullible to believe it but without Joseph and the power of Ripred on my side, tough shit that he's opening against the one dad who knows self defense. Pocket knives lining the inside of my jacket, I already know what's up.
Keep it civil! Oh, most definitely. No children here for more than an hour, just me and a murderer -- how does he do it? I've brought knives to more than a couple gun fights, I'll be fine, moving furniture around in the lobby room. Every chair pushed into the walls except for two: one for me, the second for me too. Hell be damned I share a seat with an axe murderer, pussy can't even get close range.
I take a sip of coke, leg's crossed, one hand tucked into my jacket.
I'll eat him alive. Promise.
"Yeah?"
Uncharacteristically, Mr. Dean and I haven't talked much, he doesn't come around that much -- just a bunch of young adults running his day care, no worries. Last time I saw him, Mad and I were smoking on the roof and Joseph ran up with red flags, nearly pissed myself. "Is this about Lucien? Look, he stole that knife, aren't we supposed to be teaching life lessons anyways?"
"Stop threatening the kids, first of all,"
"Gotcha," easy enough. Not like anybody else will teach them self defense around here. All I'm saying is between Joseph and I, I'd kill him in a knife fight, nobody can teach knives like I can -- that's a fact. Leaning against the stair railing as he steps into my room, resisting asking what he's looking for, sure is in my business though. "The new caretaker is coming in in ten, Joseph can't open today so I'm trusting you-" pointing his finger to my chest like a pistol, "to keep things civil around here." Yeah yeah, "will do," a fake smile, I'll eat him alive - 'new caretaker' fuck that. See, that's the thing about big corporations, they're always trying to cut out those who are too smart to fixate their dream standard. Joseph and Brian are practically hypnotized by work ethics, but not me; just thought I'd have more time.
"You promise? I'm almost out of warnings here, Robert."
Ride or die, "completely, no worries-" we need to unionize faster dammit, capitalism's rotting this business inside out.
Ten minutes, I don't dare inhale loudly until Mr. Dean closes the door behind him, ziplock bag in my back pocket like I'm packing heat -- time to rig this place. Ten minutes, no new kid's gonna replace me, Damien told me ahead of time record says he's an ex-convict. Got caught with blood on his hands and everything, I'm not gullible to believe it but without Joseph and the power of Ripred on my side, tough shit that he's opening against the one dad who knows self defense. Pocket knives lining the inside of my jacket, I already know what's up.
Keep it civil! Oh, most definitely. No children here for more than an hour, just me and a murderer -- how does he do it? I've brought knives to more than a couple gun fights, I'll be fine, moving furniture around in the lobby room. Every chair pushed into the walls except for two: one for me, the second for me too. Hell be damned I share a seat with an axe murderer, pussy can't even get close range.
I take a sip of coke, leg's crossed, one hand tucked into my jacket.
I'll eat him alive. Promise.
