Here everyone looked and talked like Andie McDowell. He loved this
place so much he never wanted to leave, but he was forced to. And
the next place he found himself in was
4. Randyland, which was even better…
Meanwhile, Schlitz was back out and behind the
wheel, tanked and ready to face the morning.
"Son," he said to Harrington, "I don't know what
you're experiencing right now, but I respect it. Now we've got to
hightail it to The Doctor's to drop this shit off and get paid for
A ways down the road Schlitz continued. "Oh yeah,
about our payment. I haven't really talked to the M.D. about your
pay, so I don't know. He might give you a little something, you know,
the effort. Or you might just be my unpaid lackey. Who knows?"
Normally this commentary would have stoked the
raging anger inside Harrington, but not today. Not at this moment.
Because right there in the passenger seat of Thurgood Schlitz's piece
of shit Justy, Fair Harrington was getting fucked by the most famous
whore of modern times.
Gwydion M. Hastur lives in Minneapolis. He wrote Footprints
on the Minge during a November Novel Writing Month. Information
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