Death in Vegas – Broken little sister
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I woke up this morning with a general sense of confusion. I felt guilty for something.. but what?! Ah, I’ve been drunk again. Oh, well. Nothing to do about it now. Better get my clothes on an’ start marchin’ to work. Work, work, work. And there I was, on my way to work, a cigarette carefully placed in the corner of my mouth, eyes blodshoot red.
Bam! As usually, I’ve stumbled into another situation.
I always stumble into them. To some Life just happens, as Frank Herbert put it. It’s still happening to me. And there I was, a confused, slightly hung over and pretty tired working ant, in the middle of a drug deal gone bad. Someone was bleeding from an eye. Police talking in restrained voices, trying to calm everyone down. The only one in a seemingly good mood was the guy facing some immediate hours in society’s detention.
The shock wasn’t that big. Things like this happens. Most "criminals" are decent enough to leave you alone. My shock, though, was my emotional shrug. I sniffed. *snif* and moved on. Had to get to work. I’m a robot!