Brotherhood of the Hand: Chapter 3
Chapter 3
To tell you the truth, that’s how I spent most nights, especially since my last job was 3rd shift. The nice thing about the Kettle, the one across from A&M, was that the students spent a lot of time sitting there studying all damn night. I fit the age bracket and was usually there with stuff from the library and a notebook, so I blended in. I used to tell the waitresses that we didn’t so much tip as pay rent.
I was there almost every night.
Needless to say, I was not particularly thrilled when Carl showed up at my place at 9 in the morning a couple of days later. The sadistic fucker dragged me out of bed and made me go for a bike ride down to Bee Creek.
“Fuck. I’m out of shape,” I said, sitting on a picnic table, Camel Wide hanging from my mouth.
“I wonder why?”
I blew smoke at him. “Dude, I’m one of the lucky people in life who knows how they are gonna die.”
Carl just grunted, so I continued on, undeterred. »Read More
