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Boats and Birds; If you be my star I'll be your sky
Topic Started: May 25 2011, 11:30 PM (1,472 Views)
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"That’s not a prediction, that’s a spoiler.”
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(Zach Jamis continued from No Such Thing as a Perfect Plan)

Zach Jamis was down to ten and he wasn't happy.

He grumbled. And grumbled. And coughed into his hand. Inhale. Exhale. Same thing. Same shit. Same high. It didn't matter. Just so long as it dulled everything. He needed to be back to the old Zach Jamis. Things were coming down to the wire and the replacement wasn't going to cut it. He needed the original, the first. The best. Lord forbid the new one would screw something up. Don't ask him to go get the coffee. That's the problem with interns. They don't get paid, and if they're going to school at the "Staying Alive" community college, well, they certainly aren't going to get the best. Probably drop it too. Useless piece of crap.

The smoke was leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

Tasted like regret. Zach hated regret.

He was supposed to not give a shit. Now he was.

That in and of itself deserved a hell of a lot of regret.

The beach looked like shit too. Fucking beach. Zach hated beaches. He hated the sand. He hated the ocean. He hated the skinny whores in small bathing suits. He hated seagulls. He hated everything about beaches. This one was no exception. He hated this beach's guts. If it had a face, he would punch it. Straight in the eye. This beach was ugly. It was fat too. Okay. This was getting insane. He was insulting the beach. Zach really wished this beach had a self-esteem so he could snap it in half. Sure as hell would make him feel better.

Funny. Didn't he meet Nikki at the beach?

He was doing it again. Giving a shit. God damn it.

The silence was broken. Well, other than the damn ocean. Zach noticed it. He squinted his eyes.

"... what the hell?"

Zach Jamis looked on, straight over along the shore. He could see something in the distance. Looked like... people. Further up a head was a big bump. He had no idea what the hell it was. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Shit. Well. Zach didn't have anything better to do.

Maybe it was the pizza guy. Zach wanted some fucking pizza with anchovies. Not that he ever ordered pizza, not that capitalist pig shit they call food. Even so, he was fucking hungry. He didn't even realize that until now. It never really occurred to him. He hoped it was a rogue pizza guy making deliveries to islands with a bunch of blood thirsty manics with collars.

Or maybe it was a blood thirsty maniac with a collar who was going to kill him the second he caught sight of Zach. Still. What was life without it's risks?

He looked down.


His cigarette was out.

He threw it to the ground.

And then Zach was down to nine. He knew he had to think.

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