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1: 1/16 21:27 - "I need you guys to take something from here to Jersey for me and I'll pay you $100 each. If it works out I might have more work for you." It sounded easy but Zack frowned a little when he thought of the way he used to spend money when he was younger. At the peak of it he probably had hair products that cost more than $100. "We'll take it. Where do we pick it up?" "There's one of those hotels by the hour near here. Eddies hotel. Here's the key to room 205. There's a duffle bag on the bed. That's what you'll be transporting." "Must be pretty important to rent a room for just the bag." "That's where I live. That key is to my permanent residence. It's a hell of a lot better than living in some guys attic." "My mistake." - bxw11

2: 1/14 19:45 - Slater stopped at a truck stop in Southern Virginia and ate some oatmeal and sausage links. Later that day he arrived back in Brooklyn and headed to an Irish bar where Zack had told him they would meet with a guy named Jesse. From what Zack had told him Jesse was a talented musician that had slipped into a drug habit a few years back. He was smart enough to become a small time supplier and he apparently had a use for the two of them to transport something for him. When he got to the bar Zack handed him a beer and apologized for what had happened in Miami. - bxw11

3: 1/13 13:12 - Jesse sat down at the table wreaking of weed. His eyes were a bit glossy and he ordered eggs and toast for two. Zack was the first to speak after the order was placed. "Do you still have that deal for us?" Jesse did not want to talk about it here and was annoyed that Zack would bring it up. "Listen, I know you're not a cop because you're way too dumb to be faking it. Could we not talk about this right now?" "Well I just wanted you to know that when A.C. gets back with the van we can move whatever you want wherever you want." "What did I just say?" "Okay, okay, chill." Zack was silent as he thought about the beaches of his youth. Jesse's order arrived and he sloppily spread alternating layers of butter and jam on the toast until it was four inches thick. He dumped all the eggs onto one plate and stacked the empty one under the full one. He began to address Zack but instead took a squishy bit of his over-prepared toast and spoke when his mouth was full. "Meet me at McCutchens bar at 8:30. I've got a gig at 9 but we can talk there." Zack watched Jesse devour the food and hurriedly leave the diner without paying his bill. "Typical." - bxw11

4: 1/10 17:24 - Slater got $10 a bag but he was not proud of the hour he'd spent in the store room. Meanwhile Zack was sitting at a diner in Brooklyn drinking the worst coffee he had ever had. He looked at the waitress and tried to imagine what she looked like before her three kids. Not much better than she does now he thought. His phone rang. "Talk. How would I have known that ahead of time. We won't deal with her again. I'm sorry, dude, seriously. Sounds better than what I'm doing right now. Okay, sorry, that was out of line. Yeah, I'm meeting up with him this afternoon. Hope you have a good trip back, stop and sleep somewhere, I'll see you Wednesday." The door of the diner opened and Jesse walked in. It was only as he said, "Hey Jesse." To the grizzled figure stepping through the door that he recalled a girl he once knew by the same name. She was fine, he would hit that. He did hit that. Those were the days. - bxw11

5: 1/8 17:28 - When he arrived in Miami Slater felt like crap. He had been driving non-stop from NYC and was only still awake because he took some NoDoze and a chased it with a Rockstar energy drink. Chinchilo grabbed a purse from one of the large boxes in the van and spat on the ground. "I will only pay you $6 each." They had agreed on $10 each before and now A.C. had to convince her otherwise. "Listen, I'm not leaving with less than $10 each and you're gonna pay me." She had been setting him up for this and he realized it at this point. "There might be something you can do for me to change my mind." She licked her lips and gave her sexiest look as A.C. noticed the tiny cookie crumbs near the corner of her mouth. In a prouder moment he would've told her to get lost but he and Zack were counting on this money for their next project and he was really out of options. She led him to the store room as he silently cursed Zack. - bxw11

6: 1/7 19:45 - Failing out of college was nothing compared to this. This was just plain wrong, how could he let Zack get him into this? They were transporting a rented van of Coach purses from Chinatown in New York to a boutique in Miami where they would be sold as originals. Zack had discovered the buyer, a 54 year old woman named Chinchilo, but it was A.C.'s handsome Hispanic looks that bought them credibility in Miami. As A.C. drove he looked back on all the good times and wondered how it had come to this. - bxw11

7: 10/9 20:57 -

Rooftops - bxw11

8: 9/9 23:07 -

Anger - bxw11

9: 9/7 22:14 -

Tiny - bxw11

10: 3/17 20:43 -

Monochrome - bxw11

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