tragicoptimist

Out by the airport I turn on the siren, turn into a oneway street against traffic and hit a cat that is crossing. I want to smoke but I’ve finished the Camels. The whore is frozen and is staring at the windshield. I turn off the siren and tell her give me a cigarette, she takes a pack of Gauloises from her pocket and says keep ‘em. I light one and then put the pack in my pocket and I say what the hell were you thinking you stupid whore. She says I don’t know I’m sorry. I say you’re sorry what the fuck does that mean you’re sorry, then I punch her and the blood starts dripping from her nose again. She tries to stop it with her hands but it bleeds everywhere. » Read more «

At 12:56 I get a text message while I’m counting the money the guy at the bar gave me. It reads please think about it because it’s important call me tomorrow Sebastiano. I flip the phone closed and go into the Jumbo Club. The place is more crowded than Lexington Square, the bar is in the back and I make my way there pushing through two muscular guys who are dancing. Behind the bar there’s a nigger with dreads mixing a cocktail. I sit on a stool, put my hand in my pocket and find on Oxy. I swallow it and then light a Camel but put it out right away. And then I see her. Her. The blonde whore. She’s there, wearing the same clothes as this morning and is talking with some guy while serving him beer. She doesn’t notice me. The whore. I put my hand in my pocket and touch the knife. I fight the urge to slit her throat. I manage to by thinking about the blowjob she gave me this morning. » Read more «

I arrive at the University at 12:03. The meeting is in three hours. I have three hours to find the whore. I. Only. Have. Three. Fucking. Hours. The road is full of clubs, I get out of the car and go into a place called Lexington Square. As soon as I get in a guy with red hair rushes out. I watch him. The club is crowded and there’s the vague smell of shit at the door. I squeeze in between two people at the bar, one of the two says friend we were talking before you butted in. I put a hand over his face and push. The guy shuts up. » Read more «

I think since the big meeting is in four hours I have time not only to look for the whore but I have time to collect some money too. I turn on the siren and run two red lights, at the second I almost hit a guy who is crossing the street on his bike. I light another Camel but put it out right away. At 10:49 they give the alarm on the police radio for a robbery in Vittorio Emanuele Boulevard. It’s on my way, I’m on duty and less than a kilometer from there. I turn the radio and the siren off, make a U-turn and creep into traffic before the byway. I think about the vendor again and ask myself how the hell a nigger gives a little girl a blowjob. I untwist the cap off the bottle of rum and drink. » Read more «

When I bury the tattooed whore’s body it’s cold in that fucking factory. The bitch didn’t know anything I didn’t already. But she pissed me off. Her and her fucking tattoo pissed me off. Luckily I didn’t get any blood on me. I take off the rearview mirror to check again while I light a Camel. The son of a bitch at the shop didn’t have anymore Gauloises. I prepare a line of coke on the mirror, snort it and put it back into place. » Read more «