OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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house. A moment later, Cheryl came out with a box under one
arm, and a duct taped suitcase in her other hand. I tossed both
in the back of the jeep, and told her to get the rest.
"That's all", she mumbled.
Christ.
Eighteen years, and her entire worldly possessions fit into a
cardboard box, and a smallish suitcase. Seeing that, and the
conditions in which she lived, no wonder she's a cipher.
We dropped her things off at the house, and drove to work. On
the way, she said, "I can pay you some rent, on payday." I told
her we'd discuss it, and drove on.
When I walked into the maintenance bay, my boss was waiting
for me, with a grin.
"So, I heard Bud got careless with a few things. That kid, and a
capacitor."
"Yeah, he's not really sharp."
"Listen, Roger, you gotta chill out. Bud's afraid to work with
you, and Susan says you're crazy."
I thought about that for a moment, and then asked, "Can either
one of them rebuild that cracked head in #45?"
He just shook his head. It helps when you can explain your
position like that, to the right people. Besides, Jim (my boss) is
good people, and is in a similar situation to me; Jim is
respected, but not liked. He's openly gay, and in a town like
this, he isn't going to have many people to drink with on a
Saturday night.
or kill me