OR KILL ME!! - Principia Discordia

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her new home. The only sacred thing, I said, was each other's
rooms and belongings. Everything else was first come, first
serve.
We pulled up to the house, and I had her try her key. It worked
fine, and we went in. I showed her around, and told her to get
some sleep, as Saturday was going to be busier than hell.
She stowed her gear, and I grabbed a shower. When I came
out, she was on the couch, drinking a beer. She tossed me one,
and I set it down
I put the beer down on the coffee table, and said thanks
anyway. She looked at me kinda funny, and said, "I heard you
were a monk. You don't drink, you don't mess with the whores,
and you don't gamble, except as part of the job. What's your
deal?"
"Well, beer slows your reflexes. You're in, what, your midtwenties?"
She nodded.
"You can afford it. I'm not too far from forty, and I have to be a
lot more careful. As far as the whores go, I just find them too
pathetic to be attractive. Most of them are meth-heads, anyway,
and can't be trusted. Gambling for yourself is taking
unnecesarry chances, which I don't approve of. My deal? I'm
just here for the money, and the cheap laughs."
She snorted, and took another pull on her beer. I shambled off
to bed.
Neither one of us could have possibly seen the stark insanity
and bad weirdness that would descend on us, in less just a little
more than 12 hours.
To be continued
or kill me