Marc brought it up to the waitress and the Gas City diner.


Have you seen that one guy, you know the. He made gestures with his hands. The guy that always plays loud music. 

Ohhh, Max? Yeah he wasn't feeling so good. Had to take a few days. 

Ah, okay, just...

Max was thinking about his wallet now. He put that crumbled piece of paper in a safe. It was a toy safe, you could open with a knife, or if you were really smart just with a screw driver. Taking the battery out, and putting them back in. Max felt...

Max grunted in agreement. Putting a hat over his eyes, he tilted his seat back. He drifted off a little then came too. Not enough for Dave to notice. Dave had turned on the radio, a talk show about nothing. He laughed a little with the guys. They were talking...

Marc was having his coffee at the diner. They knew what he liked, the usual they would say, and beyond that just uhuhs and thats okay sweetie followed. Nothing else. They knew how he took his coffee, which before that was reserved to, well if he thought about it, his...

For a trip like this he needed what? His hoodie? Two pairs of pants some shirts and socks. All he had clean 5 pairs. I guess he could just clean em when he needed them. He was excited. Damn I haven’t left in awhile. Immediately his stomach dropped.

Fuck the diner...

Max was pumping gas the next day. Filling her up he sometimes would say to his friends. He didn’t get why they did three decimal places here. Like the prices it made him think that everywhere does this but the gas station is the only one that displays it. But...

Marc didn’t like receipts. He felt like they are a way back to him. Like a trail of breadcrumbs, even though he paid with cash, back to someone figuring out who he was. Or still is, he thought for a few seconds on whether he actually stopped being the blue...

Max went outside. Taking out his one-hitter he packed a hit. A big one, perfectly filled with the weed he ground this morning in his car on arrival to work. Fresh he thought. He sighed, and sat down on the ledge under the light, he flicked his lighter a few...

Sometimes Max would be in the flow. He pick up burgers with ease. Fill orders quickly, and Linda would be smiling. When he was like this Max would be humming to himself, sometimes he would mouth the words to the songs. Sometimes it would just be a melody. He tried...

Max was in the grill area. He was hot a bit sweaty a bit high. Not too much to be weird, but enough to be digging the cooking and the music and the heat. It was a busy day, more than usual. He was trying to be a bit healthier...