Tip Jar

as reply to two men found dead

Stan wasn’t ready to watch that. Right after he threw up and Mr. Green laughed wildly. 

“Your gunna have to clean that up! They look for DNA now ya idiot!”

The way he said ya idiot was endearing like he was his younger brother. Like he was learning and everyone goes through the throw up phase. Like it’s all part of the process. 

Stan stumbled cleaning up this and that. 

Me. Green said as he emptied out some bullet casings, “I’ll put these here, they’ll jump on it, won’t even look for something else, just wait.”

Stan finished cleaning and Mr. Green already loaded the bodies. 

“Now just drive man, no rush. They’re not in a hurry.” 

At this he laughed and a slapped his leg. 


Stan was in the front of the cafe now. Saving face. Selling bread and coffee. The morning crowd just coming in.

“You get yourself shaving son?”

An older man looked at him pointing to his cheek. 

Stan laughed “haha must have”, and brushed his cheek. Blood stained his hand. 

He went to wash his hands and act normal. Thats all he had to do. He splashed water on his face washed his hands and was back at the counter. 

“That’ll be 4 dollars please sir.”

“The sir is Alan.” The man chuckled to himself 

“Thanks kid” and he stuff a dollar in the tip jar. 

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