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Topic Started: May 23 2011, 01:37 PM (38 Views)
Percy Vanderbilt
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When I told her I loved her, she said that she loved money. Well, sort of. She never said anything as bluntly as I see it. Just the way she used her eyes and curled her lips. Her name was Leah and she looked me hard in the eyes after I said it.

“And I you,” she finally said.

Love was one of those words that she didn’t know. I guess it bothered me. She knew who my father was and his yearly earnings. Hell, the entire city of Philadelphia knew it. I think it played into her choice to order the twenty dollar steak instead of the five dollar club sandwich. I was fine with it though. Like I said, I loved her. She was OK with my lifestyle, OK with my friends, and OK in bed. When it comes down to it, OK was everything a person could need. With extraordinary, you come to expect things. With pitiful, you come to want things. With OK, you come to take it and not think about it.

I didn’t like to think anyways. Left that to the rest of the Vanderbilts.

“We should go to California,” she said. We had been walking for a while.

I asked her why.

“I’ve never seen it.”

I told her that I hadn’t either.

“Then let’s do it. Let’s do it tonight.”

I told her I was busy. I was never busy though. My job wasn’t exactly busy.

“You’re always too busy. You should take a break. Take me somewhere nice.”

She didn’t really know me. She didn’t really know anything for that matter. I told her that I’d take her soon. It usually did the trick.

“We still haven’t seen Nepal or Paris. You said we’d go soon two months ago.”

I shrugged and remembered that I had only met her three months ago. She was a leech, an infection that got worse when I scratched it. I opened my apartment door and walked in with her in tow. I told her that we would see the world soon.

“I don’t think I’m staying tonight. I’m too busy,” she said with busy being accented.

I kissed her neck and she pushed my hands away from her hips. She usually liked it.

“I want dedication. I want someone who wants to show me off in Nepal, Paris, and California. I’m going home for the night.”

She hadn’t spent a night at her house since we met those three months ago. It was the way Leah was. She stuck to the tit and only stopped when the milk stopped flowing. I guess mine was getting low. I picked up the phone after she left and made a call.

---

That night I pushed ten bricks of marijuana. I didn’t know who they were going to, where they were going to be sold, or anything beyond my cut. I took home 5,000 dollars. A flight to California was cheap enough. A nice hotel put a dent in it. Activities pushed the rest.

We spent a week in the sun and I came home with a hundred dollars left of the 5,000.

I had 250 dollars to my name.

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I beat a kid up at a middle school once. I was a freshman in college and I saw him handing nickel bags of grass out behind the gym. I got out of my car, walked straight up to the kid, and punched him square in the eye. He had a hood on when he dropped and luckily I was right about him being a boy. He wasn’t very resilient and I think he cried when I kicked him in the ribs.

Turned out he only had a dime left.

Go figure.

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My brother called me the day I got back from California. Apparently he had left five voice mails while I was away. He argued that he was my brother and should at least have my cell phone number or e-mail address. He even moaned about how I didn’t have a Facebook. I asked him what he wanted and he said that mom was getting sick. He said something about a disease, but I was high and zoned when he started the word. He wanted me to visit her and I told him I didn’t have the cash to fill my gas tank.

He hung up soon after that.

Leah was sitting in the room when I hung the phone back on the wall. She was playing with pieces of salt on the table. “Who was that?”

I told her it was my brother. I hated calling him Jim.

“You don’t have any money?”

I told her I was lying to him and she mostly believed me. I liked that about her. I told her I loved her and kissed her on the back of the head. She smiled at me and looked off into space through her glassy eyes. She was lost somewhere and this time I didn’t bother to find her.

It was just life I guess.

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Leah found out that I wasn’t lying about being broke when I couldn’t afford a diner tab. We each had a sandwich and soup and I could hardly cover the glasses of iced tea. Sure, she was pissed for a while. I didn’t mind it. I knew her high would wear off though and she’d come at me like a wrecking ball. It was just the way that money-lovers were.

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I never considered wrestling before I hit the bottom. I guess I always thought it was fake and worthless. Being broke though seemed to make fake alright. Worthless wasn’t as true when it paid enough to get by. I threw my name into the hat and they let me try it.

I’ve been practicing talking when Leah’s out. I figure that I can’t tell her. She’d never stick around. Anyways, I worked up some routine where I tell the crowd that they’re all stupid. They’re all worthless.

That’s when I realized that I was awful at wrestling.

I could punch a guy, stomp his face into concrete, and make him pay up, but I couldn’t talk worth a dime or pretend that some submission was hurting me. It just made no sense. The funny thing about it though is that they believed me. Warped Wrestling believed that I had done it before and could do it again.

Guess that’s all that matters.
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