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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 173 of 307 "Okay, get up and get moving." One good thing about Reno is that drunks are so plentiful that there's no thrill in tossing someone in jail for public drunkenness. They usually just clean the debris off the streets until the next time. I made it to a sitting position. My head felt like it was going to give birth to a pig. I hated Buddha. Why? Why did I always forget how painful this is? I never got to meet the Duende but considering I ached from head to foot and felt like dying, I was sure that Buddha had met the Duende and had a few with him "Get up." "Just a second please. I'm trying to find my shoe." I was looking around for a white sneaker. This was no fun. My sock was black and red. And that from my own blood. Had Buddha walked through glass? Where's my shoe, Buddha. Hiding. I hate you! Hiding. I wouldn't hear from him for a while "We could taze this one for non-compliance right now." This came from the other one who was drawing out his tazer. He said it like I didn't know how to speak English. I smiled, trying to keep whatever was left in my belly down, "And if you did that, my friend with the video camera in the bushes over there would get exactly what he wants." |