Sebastian couldn’t stop thinking “god-awful” when he contemplated his discovery about Fifi in Unit 3. Bad enough getting head from a middle-aged woman with two-tons of makeup and pink hair…he’d only agreed to it as a goof because with her tacky clothes she managed to match every color in his rainbow platform sneakers…but to discover that she wasn’t even a woman! What an idiot!
Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about her, him, them, whatever.
And he needed to concentrate on what he was doing.
It hadn’t been easy to weasel his idiot girlfriend Carmen into letting him “borrow” all her big, wheeled suitcases…which of course he had no intention of returning. Idiot didn’t even admit to being his girlfriend, or to liking the sex he kept having to force on her. Or the little, fun, slapping around he had to give her to get the suitcases. But here he was, on his way back to that storage space building he’d stolen all those keys from with enough suitcases to do a whole shitload of shopping.
Lights, cameras, action…he was about to swing through the door where he’d have to pass reception with a ton of giant suitcases, a fistful of stolen storage unit keys crammed into a pocket in his skinny, reveal-all jeans and what…a big, shit-eating smile?
He froze for moment outside the door, thinking yet again about all the shit he had to go through to make a living in such a god-awful world and the idiots who kept jacking up the prices for the substance abuse necessary to make it tolerable. Then he remembered “he who hesitates is lost” and “carpe diem” and crashed through the door.
