It didn’t always use to be like this. There was a time when Molina lived a normal; some would even call a privileged life. Every night as she slid on her boots before leaving for work you could see the grace in her motion. What a waste, someone had spent money on her ballet class and driven her to piano recitals. Such a waste. A year seems like forever when spent in this type of place. It didn’t used to always be like this. She didn’t have to be a stripper at some sorry excuse for a club; she could have been anything she wanted to. Oh well what’s done is done.
Shit! It is too god damn cold in here. I know it is not raining, I just know it aint. Not today, not this one day I get to step the hell outta’ this sorry town. No not today. It isn’t raining on me today. I’m gonna’ need to find some way to get a car.
Damn it I’m bout to be late again. Where is my jacket? I can’t ever find where that damn thing is at. Shit, well he’s just gonna’ have to deal with me being latte. I’m not the one who wanna’ meet all that far away to keep people from seeing us. I don’t have no problem bein’ seen.
Why is the damn elevator taking so long? Finally. Well damn and who is she? She looks new, still happy and cheerful. I guess this hell hole hasn’t broken her down yet. I really aint in no mood to see some happy ass looking little girl. I know if I get on she is goin’ to try and talk to me and I ain’t got shit to say. I guess I ma have to be taking the stairs. Already late, might as wel avoid what I don’t wanna’ deal with.
My hair is going to get messed up.
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I Hate Rats
After a few hours, the rain finally subsided. The sky still looked as if someone had dipped a paintbrush in it and swirled it around because of all the darm ominous clouds. When I saw that Lefty was about to go investigate the roof top, I figured, what the heck, why not go with him? It had been a while since I vistited the Heights last, and I figured that it couldn't hurt just to get out there and show my face. Besides, I absolutely had to know what was on top of that roof. We hopped in Lefty's Mustang, but at the last second we decided to take my favorite car, the Mazerati. When we arrived at the Heights, a few people gawked, a few fled, and the rest were too high to react at all. We made our way through to the elevator, but considering the intensity of the storm that just pasted, we decided that we weren't going to chance. Being stuck on an elevator was the last thing that I needed right now. When we reached the stairs, my attention was immediately drawn to a kitten that was wondering around the stairwell aimlessly, and then to the only other human occupant in the stairwell, besides Lefty and myself, a very disgruntled, annoyed, and obviously rushed woman pushed her way past us both without so much as an acknowledging glance. I had killed a man before, and this woman struck me as cold. But after she pushde passed, we continued our ascent. Finally. We reached the exact spot where we had seen the figure in the storm, but all that was there was a shabby lemonade stand looking table and a small curiously motionless rodent on the ground. I refused to have my presence defied by something as trivial as a rat, so I motioned as if I was going to step on it, and yet it remained still. I bent down to take a closer look at this death defying creature, and i realized...the damn thing was stuffed. Who stuffs a rodents!?! Upon seeing this I became irate in the effort that I had wasted in my quest and began to curse at everything that he a pulse and was within earshot. A stuffed rat...why would anyone? Now being in the mood that I was in after the most anti-climatic investigation in the world, i decided it would make me feel quite a bit better to collect on some of the money that these so called hustlers owed. Surely not all of them would be able to pay me back, but today, that is exactly what I was counting on. Some people have stress balls, I have this. I told Lefty to put the word out that I was collecting today. What can I say? Its simply time to pay the piper.
The Boots
Clunk. Mandi dropped her white bag with the red "thank you" letters on it as she went to chase her hat that was flying accross the street. The wind was crazy that day and that was the third time she had lost her hat to the wind.
"Are you serious?" Mandi uttered as she walked back towards the box of take home food for her dad. The box was completely smooshed in the center, and about six yards past the box was a woman walking quickly in her big boots. "Well, gee, thanks boot lady," Mandi sarcasticly mumbled. She picked up the crunched box, turned the corner and entered Washington Heights. She knew that there was no time to go back to pick her dad another sandwhich up before she started her next shift.
"Now you better remember to bring me some food tonight. I ain't waitin around all damn night starvin cause you forget it or somethin. Since you've obviously been too lazy to make it to the grocery store," Mandi's dad told her earlier that morning.
Mandi didn't want to bring her father food at all, in fact she considered spitting on it somewhere for every time she thought about how much she hated him that day, or she would have liked for him just to not have a dinner at all. Mandi knew what her consequences would be if she didn't do as he asked... and unfortunately she knew what was going to happen for bringing home a squished sandwhich box; almost worst than no sandwhich at all.
Mandi rattled her keys in the door and walked in to her father passed out, as usual, on the recliner. He was awakened by her enterance. His eyes were immediately gleaming at the squished box Mandi was holding.
"Damnit girl. You can't even bring your own father a decent dinner? You have to go and let someone smoosh all on it. Huh. Like that was an accident. You probably did that yourself you little wintch," he said as he rose from the chair walking towards her. "You know after all I do for you... huh. Can't even bring be a decent SANDWHICH," he screamed as he slapped the box out her hands. The red katchup container cracked open and splattered on the walls. "Now look what you made me do," he said grabbing her wrist with one hand, shaking her back in forth with the other.
"Well why don't you just go ahead and hit me for it, save you the trouble, save me the time, and let me..."
"You are more like her every day. Just can't shut your trap, now can ya? And she wondered why I abused her. Huh! Its not that hard to see woman!"
Mandi wiggled loose and went to pick up the trash. As she was bending down to grab the white bag, he pushed her with his foot, making her lose balance and splat right into some of the spilled katchup. "Quit it!" She screamed up at him. "Look what you've made me do!"
"Me? Me? Look what I have made you do? Huh! If it weren't for you trying to screw up my super, if you could just do one damn thing right then none of this would have happened." He slowly bent over, grabbed her shirt on each corner and pulled her off the ground. His hand reached back and swung full throtle at her left cheek; knocking her back to the red sauce. "Now maybe next time I ask you to do somethin, you'll think twice about screwin it up."
Mandi stabalized herself and stood up, then walked out the door. "Stupid peace of shit," she heard through the muffling of the door. No time for make up to cover what had happened.
She walked in the enterance of the back of the dinner and began to put on her uniform peaces.
"Darlin, what is that on your face. Has your father..."
"I'm fine, thanks Mable," Mandi replied, avoiding making eye contact.
"Now Mac, come here darlin, you look like you need a hug," Mable said walking over towards Mandi. Mandi turned and embrased the welcoming arms. "Shh... it's alright dear," Mable said, trying to calm Mandi's crying. "Darlin, there are just some days when the sky is gray for a reason."
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