ShagmoorLounge

May 22, 2005

Just got back from Florida. I will never go there again. It sucks. Jeb Bush sucks. The weather is supposed to all terrific and all but it's no better than in the LBC. It's Pride day. I didn't realize. I wish my monster was ready to roar. That would kick some primo ass.

My chick is ignoring me. She's at Pride with Miss Ennui selling the T-shirts and hats they made. They made all kinds of stupid stuff and my chick sewed all these funny hats. I'm supposed to bring them some hotdogs and lemon ade when I get over there. We'll watch everything from Goth's condo. He lives in the Villa and his view is on the city side.

Porn pays, baby. We set up a huge gig in a warehouse. It's supposed to be a "school" for bad girls. They have these sets of a prison, a school, a jungle, a playground with a pool and jacuzi, a hospital, the oral office, a kitchen, a huge bathroom, and a little girl's bedroom. That was kind of weird. Anyway, we put eyes and ears all over the place. The chicks are supposed to make appointments online with all these freaks and then do a little show for them. So like these guys order what they want to see, like who do what in what setting, and then they're credit card gets charged and the chicks go in there and put on a show.

Some fat fuck runs the whole thing. Goth is all I need to see ID on all your girls before I'm making this system live. Fat fuck is all you do what I tell you. Goth is like I've put traps all over this whole job. Go ahead and start over with someone else if you want and just wait to go dark in the middle of your production. Then fat fuck starts all this shit with you'll never work in this town again, like we give a shit. He said he knew people and we could just "disappear". Ooooh, scary. Like we haven't done mob jobs before. Finally everyone calmed down and we got the job done and got paid and got out of there. He had ID on all the chicks, but that doesn't mean shit. Goth just wanted to be able to say he checked for ID. We got bank, baby. Bank!

Then his fucking dad calls and says he's in Miami and wants to see us for drinks and shit. Whatever. We showed up at some fucking Navy hellhole just so I could sit there and listen to his dad tell him he's a stupid worthless sack of shit a hundred million times. It was like dinner with my dad. We pretended we were gay lovers the whole time. I hope it gives that dick a stroke. When we went to pay Goth is all oh, dad it's been such a pleasure. This is on me. And he pulls out this huge wad of cash and his dad freaks out and starts going on about dealing drugs. We laughed in his stupid face and told him we were making money in gay porn. He's all say it ain't so, son. So we said it was a lie. We were making a killing escorting illegal aliens across the border and setting them up in sweat shops in Downtown LA. I don't know which he thought was more immoral. What a dumb fucker. I feel sorry for my bud. He returns the favor.

It's my turn to go support my chick. I'll bring them some hotdogs and lemon ade if that's what they want.

The Shadow knows 4:30 PM
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