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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 234 of 307 the vegetarian variety. And you didn't have to ask. It was right out there on the menu. The whole killing thing bothered me. Even when it came to my food. I really hated the thought of doing it even in self defense. And yet the thought of getting killed myself bothered me even more. I kept scanning the sidewalk through the window to make sure the creature was not out there waiting for me. He wasn't. Calmate, Nefilito. It was Buddha. Telling me to calm down. I usually appreciated his whispers but I was still more than a little pissed off with him for his Reno drunk that cost me my favorite shirt and a good pair of shoes. I sent this mentally because the man making my burritos two feet in front of me definitely spoke Spanish. No quiero hablar contigo, Buddha. I don't want to talk to you. Perdoname. No quiero mezcal. Yo voy a dejar el bebiendo. Oh, that was rich. He was going to quit the drinking. I had heard lies like this before. Especially on mornings when I had found drying condoms around my flaccid John Thomas that I had no recollection of putting there. No. I had heard it all out of this Buddha. I didn't reply. The man behind the counter bagged the burritos and handed them to me. I stepped out into the night. I felt spooked by |
