Dags crying dry. More like coughing. Like shes run out a liquid. Those are the miserable facts too. Yeah, Dag has her a moms and a pops and a piano lesbian and teachers and math friends and fellow fluters, all that stuff. The truth, though? Shes aloner than me. The only companion she had for real was Lotte and Lotte doesnt exist anymore. Lottes just a address where Dag mails beautiful paper. I mean, look. Dags not stopping the dragon. Dags not saying <No, Jody, dont do it.> She could try all day to save her sister or save this dying ass dog. But whats the right thing to really do? You know good as me and I guess Dag knows it too. Shes got to cut both them bitches loose and its my duty to man up, be the monk, help out the best I can.

Walgreen 2

Walgreen 2

We hit the door, door does its ding ding, and first thing I do is make tracks to the Halloween aisle and dig up Barack Obama. The eye holes are small and help me only see the stuff that needs being seen. When youre Barack Obama theres no looking back. No looking sideways either. You look straight ahead like a pimp twenty four seven and thats how I plan to roll from here on out.

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Once Im incognito I scope out the register. Dick Trickle must a got his child abusing ass canned cuz beer belly goatee manager mans the one scanning products. Thats a relief cuz its four in the afternoon and greedy ass children are gonna start knocking on doors any second. Now where did Dag run off? I explained the score on the way over and even though she didnt say much she stood tall like a trooper and pulled the chip right outta my pocket. Shes real eager to get a head start shopping.

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Monster Mash keeps blasting outta the speakers. Thats a dope joint, no doubt, but the third time through Im about to tear my ears off. Finally I peek my mask around the fancy soap corner and theres Dag. Shes got a plastic Walgreen basket heaped with boxes and bottles and shes scowling at a label hard cuz shes what teachers call a good critical reader. Girlfriend looks fierce when shes serious. Man, I never knew a honey so fierce and smart. Theres fancy ass hand towels hanging there and I try to wipe my hands clean. Dags acting strange since we did Gwendolyn and I dont think she needs to see all that blood.

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