Prologue 4
Then she French kissed LizPiggo and publicly scolded the young Chinese server for not making extra sale?
The young lady scribbled her phone number on
napkin and gave it to Gus looking over her shoulder
to the old hag seeming approval. Along with phone number it read, HELP!
Gus thought to himself, maybe the spirits were
speaking through this girl, wanting the help
only he could provide. He winked a James Bond
kind of wink and strolled out like he swallowed
one of his grandmother's pills.
Which he went ahead and did.
The ride one block to home was arduous.
Both stomachs full. LizPiggo was wailing
from inside the backpack. I have to shiiiit!
She whined. Oooo the backpack isn't big enough,
she explained, as a warning. Gus examined the
sturdy zipper and his options, he only had a pair of binoculars for peeping on the neighbor lady in
there which would be easy to clean.
He set his mind on greater things. He needed to do a seance!
Gus stood there in his urine and realized two things,
number one he was already hungry again and two
that LizPiggo ate the leftovers. And three,
"I can't have a seance on an empty stomach.
That's how people become possessed!
Not gonna happen. Not to this guy!"
Gus had been meaning to try the other Chinese
restaurant down the street. This would be the perfect opportunity. He was somewhat not filthy, so he
wouldn't have to bathe. He stole 50 dollars from his
Great Aunt's purse, for just such an occasion.
It was like destiny or something. Gus imagined all the possibilities on the way. On how things were lining up for him in a non coincidental manner. First the hunger, somewhat not filthiness, then the money.
It seemed fate had waited long enough. Would this
be the day he transformed? He didn't know.
It certainly appeared that way. He looked around from the corners of his eyes, to soak in the day's possible
signs. Non chalantly, so as not to seem like he was begging for the powers that be, to crown him.
Once and for all!
Before long Gus had chained his bike 15 times
around the golden dragon that harbinged the
storefront and he made his way inside cautiously
expecting a hag ninja to spring out of a planter
or bench or maybe, there she was directly behind
him with a scale to weigh him and his pockets !....
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