Sunday, April 17, 2011

fragment #2


I went to work even though I was still blind from the sun, and drunk from the vodka. No one seemed to notice or care. I was happy today, secure in the knowledge that I had forgoten what I was trying to forget and also, from the vodka. Customers came and went in a grey, shapeless, unfulfilling kind of way. At one point a man from Germany came in and yelled at me until he bled from his throat. He fell to the floor, exhausted, but still cursing my name. I and the other employees left him there for the rest of day. Every hour or so he would yell "Scheisskopf!" and someone would toss some change at him. As I was leaving I noticed the cleaning lady sweep him away with the rest of the trash, and I couldn't help but smile.

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