power

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
don’t be fooled by the cars and the clothes, it’s not a definition of our character.

speed, 180kms per hour and we are cheering and yelling out “c’mon, i can see your hoo haa from here boi” we park the bmw m4 side by side, black on black with 18 inch rims, yeah that’s what we call our fuck around car. we step out, my clean white boutons hit the concrete with dark blue denim crisp white tee and of course the pressed clean cut armani blazer accompanied by a studded rolex on my left arm. jake steps out in the givenchy elbow patched blazer and black pressed tee, marty of course ralph lauren pastel pink shorts and armani white tee. marty's not much for the fancy things in life, his humble to the core where as jake and i are known to be the dickheads with no care for the weak minded yet people love us because they have yet to find a legitimate reason to hate us. we stick to our business and don’t really care about whats going on in someones life given that there are starving children in the world anyone in a position slightly better than them don’t deserve our sympathy we feel, whereas marty being the great human being he is will care and will help anyone who’s in need.

big johns is where we’re eating, big pastas, big burgers and big drinks. our other colleagues join us, i bet you can already picture their fake smiles and look of envy, of course we get the cheque everytime, we do it because we feel that it’s wrong to let the less fortunate feed us, marty pulls out his wallet simply coz his a nice guy. we all have a good laugh during lunch and after we finish eating we step outside for a smoke, just standing there talking more shit and making people laugh, there are a few boys out with us and a few girls, we finish our cigarettes and start heading off to our cars and we can sense that these fuckers want us to stay out just a little longer so they have something do to with their pathetic sunday afternoon and can play pretend and feel like they are on our level. fuck that, we got shit to do so as usual we say our goodbyes and head off to our cars. jake and i jump in marty car though, and everyone knows what’s up, we lined it up and snorted a massive line… we’re ready to do business now.

Submitted: March 26, 2016

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