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oldsoul2002 · 11-26-2002, 04:05 PM

The streetlight cast shadows upon those walking solitary down this lonely strip of road. Walking down the street in the heavy mist brought back distant memories.
There was Joey Pellagrino, leaning against the corner of 5th and broadway, catching awkward glances from teenage girls who were out past there curfew.
He fished out a Russian cigarette, from a pack that once belonged to a dead guy, and lit it.
The sky was a tense purple, close to the same color the dead guy had been just after the pillow was finished taking him out.

That's the way business had always been done in this town, cold and discreet - my meeting tonight would be no different.

"So, do you have it?" asked a man who came out of the shadows, his breath puffing out like smoke in the cold night air.

A rookie, "Got a light?", I enquired as I cooley reached for my menthols in my inside jacket pocket. He cupped his hands to shield the match from the biting breeze and the flame danced across his face.

He shuffled his feet, unsure of what to say next; my steely calm left his previous resolve shaken.
I pulled long and deep on my favourite brand and exhaled, "Thanks buddy, I've got what you want, but first i need to know..."

"yeah I know what you need to know," he said, visibly shaken, "... HE sent me. Now let's get on with it."
He looked like he was packing, but didn't know what to do with it.

I smirked. "Look pal, you can do this the easy way, or we can do it it the hard way, don't fuss this gig up."

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11-26-2002, 04:05 PM	#11
oldsoul2002 monkey Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: Edmonton Posts: 54	The streetlight cast shadows upon those walking solitary down this lonely strip of road. Walking down the street in the heavy mist brought back distant memories. There was Joey Pellagrino, leaning against the corner of 5th and broadway, catching awkward glances from teenage girls who were out past there curfew. He fished out a Russian cigarette, from a pack that once belonged to a dead guy, and lit it. The sky was a tense purple, close to the same color the dead guy had been just after the pillow was finished taking him out. That's the way business had always been done in this town, cold and discreet - my meeting tonight would be no different. "So, do you have it?" asked a man who came out of the shadows, his breath puffing out like smoke in the cold night air. A rookie, "Got a light?", I enquired as I cooley reached for my menthols in my inside jacket pocket. He cupped his hands to shield the match from the biting breeze and the flame danced across his face. He shuffled his feet, unsure of what to say next; my steely calm left his previous resolve shaken. I pulled long and deep on my favourite brand and exhaled, "Thanks buddy, I've got what you want, but first i need to know..." "yeah I know what you need to know," he said, visibly shaken, "... HE sent me. Now let's get on with it." He looked like he was packing, but didn't know what to do with it. I smirked. "Look pal, you can do this the easy way, or we can do it it the hard way, don't fuss this gig up."