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July 2006/Volume Seven/Issue Two | |||||||||||
Miguel Garcia | |||||||||||
A real Job today at work someone died gunned down in the parking lot for some reason i didn't care, it was far away but less then 50 yards from me didn't really click i guess, but then some of the cooks said, "he was an asshole." he got what he deserved..." that's when i wanted to see the body i wanted to know who was so bad he deserved to be gunned down in front of his kids nobody inside knew it happened we didn't hear anything a woman walked up to the counter said there was a gun shot and asked for the address of the store laura handled it and i went on delivery laura saw the body said his legs were crossed i imagine him on his back fat and hairy like most of the single fathers unlike most of the single fathers he was always hassling about his food how it was cooked, when was it going to be ready that made him an asshole, got what he deserved his kids sat in the office in shock until kyle, my boss his wife took them home i cleaned up his blood the witness and his kids had tracked it in it lead from the front door to the counter and the office this friend of mine says when it's getting late she has to get up early, she has a real job by implication my job is fictional because she deals with life and death every day well today a man was shot dead in front of his kids he was a regular and nobody liked him i got to clean up his blood i guess i have a real job too. |
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