Tue Apr 24 2001 at 22:41:11
I could see
straight through him
, just like his shirt, his
.He would be on the
and drift his eyes around the room,
casually stopping on me
,thinking I didn’t
. I could feel those
lock on my bowed head and I knew.
I knew exactly what he wanted
Vodka-water on the rocks with a twist of lime
,” he flashed me a
and held out a
. I smiled
and took the
, placing a short glass in his hand.
,” he said as he clutched my hand along with the
Within seconds his ass was
across an array of onlookers and bar tables. People backing away amazed at the scene played out in front of them.
I stared blankly, wide-eyed, heaving with adrenaline
and covered with the jerks guts and
“Dammit, June! You make such a fuckin’ mess when
you do that
!” came the voice of my
Hi, let me let you know who I am. I’m June, model 5.002. I am human-metal
created in the year 2187,
set to kill anything that touches me
I tend bars
, well, I did until about two minutes ago. This is the seventh job in three months for me, damn
always trying to get a
piece of ass
in the wrong places and the wrong “
”. Anyways…back to me getting my
“Sir, I’m sorry…
h, he, he touched me
,” I stammer, looking for
in his eyes.
“I told you,
one last time
and you are outta here!” fuming with anger and drugs, blood-shot eyes from
. “So, get your
and get the fuck outta here!” he shouts at me,
pointing with one stubby finger toward the door
. I follow his orders with my head down,
ever attempting to get along with humans.
Minutes later I am on the street, heading homeward with my leather jacket and the
that I managed to
. Telling myself the whole way back to my
that I can do better.
won’t be that upset when I come home,
, yet again.
to the house I grow
of just how
will actually be. Didn’t he say something about “
one more time
” also? No, not Max, Max
breaks in an
rather close to home and
and yells ensue. I
as I hear Max’s voice
out above the crashes and the shrieks.
! I pay you all that fuckin’ money and you can’t even cook anything decent!”
Poor woman, I wonder if she’s
I find my answer within the next minute as a short
around the corner with a look of utter terror in her eyes as a dish comes flying out after her.
I stop and watch her whiz past me, shake my head and consider not going back home. That is, until Max comes lumbering out into the street with his good ole
“Heya darlin’,” he smiles as he rigs up a bullet and takes
“Yeah, but it’s about to get
,” he fires and almost hits the poor girl. He laughs as she yelps and he yells out “Get the fuck outta the country you no-good
, you aren’t being a little
, are you?” I ask,
my feet over broken bottles, empty
and cigarette butts.
I wasn’t gonna hit her
. She only
pissed me off
for a day, not a complete waste of money, she’s just not goin’ anywhere,” he
out a large wad of
and smiles; missing about three teeth.
“How was your day,
tie in my stomach and I wish I had just stepped in the way of the bullet. Would’ve gotten
over with a hell of a lot quicker. I look down at my feet,
“You’re home awful early,
what the hell happened
decided he wanted
something more than a drink today
I can actually hear his face
“June, you’ve got five seconds to get the fuck outta my face before
I take a shot and don’t miss
. One, two…”
I look up in
at Max’s reddened face.
he isn’t joking this time
. Turn, run, no…run like
I hear him
the gun again and chuckle. Far behind me I hear another gun getting ready to shoot.
voice “What the…?” a shot goes off and I don’t even think of turning around, I can’t even tell which gun that was or who they were
Twenty minutes later, covered in grime from the oncoming rain and
and about twenty miles from home (damn, I forgot how fast
run), I arrive at Cratch’s
Fuck! Cratch is out, guess I’ll have to sleep outside. What about the storm? My stomach catches up with me and the knots
and attempt to
collect my head
. What a great day! Blow up some
, lose another damn job, witness a shooting spree, get shot at myself and end up shaking in the gutter outside waiting for an upcoming rain storm and the fucking
. I’d better move to a safer shelter.
Last vision of the day: a
closing over me.
, how fitting.
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