>>97595115Eh, I wrote this in 20 minutes, it's a start even if it's all over the place.
“Hey, I was here first”
“Yeah, well you can wait a minute more.”
Aw, my poor sweet Marcus. Too nice to break that idiot’s jaw.
You two know what to do.
I always like riding the bus. There’s an older guy on the train, Mr. Terry, that always talks to me every morning. Always has ever since the first day I saw him on the bus. Turns out that’s a henchman too.
“Hey sweetie, you’re not going to believe the week I’ve had.”
“...So I stop by the bank after I get off the bus, and the ATM said I had about $250 more than yesterday. Mr. Terry just laughed and laughed at me when I went in to make sure this was correct, but the teller told me that there was a random deposit into my account.”
Oh, he’s just too cute when he doesn’t suspect a thing. But today’s the day I tell him. I tell him about the henchman, about the blackmail, all the times I’ve ever spied on him in the shower, that time I grounded his mom’s plane so she wouldn’t interrupt my weekend sex-fest with him. God, how many things have I done?
“And then, I get the call saying that Mr. Gardens is missing! They’ve got no clue where he’s at, but he left a whole bunch of paperwork saying that I’ve got the next three weeks off, with pay! I couldn’t believe it! What do you want to do? I was thinking we could take a bit of a roadtrip, I was thinking we could take a trip to New Orleans like you’ve been talking about, maybe even make a little side trip to see Faulkner’s grave like I’ve been wanting.
Well, maybe it can wait until after we get back from New Orleans.
