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TOPIC: A Call To The Hookah

St Jimmy

Jesus of Subrbia

Posts: 19

Date: May 5, 2008

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=The building he was squatting in was little more than a roof. Some of the walls had been knocked out and the floor was covered with debris, but he was broke and hiding from T-Tommy until he could get the money to pay him off. Jimmy had copped some pills out of a ladies purse at a busstop and had been feeding little by little off any lycan he could get close to without being snapped in two. Lycans were safest. Their energy was higher and he could feed without worrying about what would happen to them. Jimmy got up from the pile of sheets he'd stolen out of a dryer at a local laundromat and pulled those black skinny jeans up over boxers worn inside out because they hadn't been washed in awhile. It was the same outfit he'd put on weeks ago at T-Tommys apartment when he'd first gone down to the Hookah. Since then alot had happened.= =Putting on his creepers he left the squat building and the other quiet inhabitants to walk down the street to a gas station. There was a pay phone out front and as he stood beside it he distractedly pushed hands against his hair trying to get it to lay flat. A big man came out and he ignored him, but when a middle aged woman exited he moved towards her.= "I'm sorry ma'am but I only have a credit card with me and I just need enough to make a phone call. Do you happen to have any change?" =She looked at him for a moment to take in the dirty clothes and a face that he guessed was a nice healthy shade of green from the Mad Dog and Mickeys they'd stolen and passed around the squat the night before. Finally though she reached into her purse and scooped out several quarters and handed them over. Jimmy gave the appropriate thanks before going to the pay phone. There was a pay phone hanging from a chain and he just prayed that no one had torn the page out. Lifting a leg with his foot against the brick wall of the building he balanced the book on his thigh and began flipping through the pages. When he found the number for the Hookah he breathed a sigh of release.= =Punching in the digits he waited for the ring, and when he got a machine he figured it was still way early for them to be open. Clearing the muck out of his throat he hoped he didn't sound strung out in the message he left.= "Uh...yeah....hello. This is Jimmy. I turned in an application there a few weeks ago, and the number I put down. Well it's not...you can't call there. So, I guess I'll just stop in. Thanks." =He had wanted to talk to the owner on the phone before making the long walk down there, but this was how it was. Sniffing he felt dried blood in the back of his sinuses and as it slid down the back of his throat with the congestion he got a foul taste in his mouth. He needed a shower and a toothbrush, but he'd still trade all those things for even just an eightball. Eyes squinted in the morning sun and with a sigh he started walking. It would be hours before he'd make the distance to the restaurant so it would be open by the time he got there. If he got the job he'd have to find a bridge or something to squat under that was closer to the place. Just until he got back on his feet. A promise he had yet to fulfill without fucking it up.= (Con't on Hookah Thread) __________________

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