HONK! ~Dammit... What now?~ HONK! "Fine, fine! Ya bastards." Dan gets out of his car to see who's making all that noise, it's the movers. A large Mexican man eases out of the truck and saunters over.
"Got yer stuff here Danny, now where's my money?"
"Your money? You were suppose to get here last night, Octavio! I slept in my car because of you!"
"Nah, man." Octavio pulls out the contract "The order I got was for 9 am, see? Right there in black and white." He gives Dan a smug little grin.
Dan looks over the contract thoroughly. "You fat Spanish bastard! That is not an A! That is a P!"
His Mexican friend gives him a quizzical look, puts on his reading glasses, and looks at the contract again. "Well what do ya know, that is P. Sorry 'bout that man, but yer stuff's here now, so where's my money?"
Dan could feel the rage boiling in him, he thought about letting it out... just for a second, then sighed. "Fine." he said as he pulled out his wallet and thumbed through the bills "One, two, three hundred. Now help me get my stuff inside."
"You didn't pay for that, ese." Dan's jaw almost falls off his face. "HAHA! It's a joke man, we'll move all yer stuff, no charge. Least we can do since ya slept in your car."
"Ugh. Thanks man, I'm gonna get the lay of the land."
"Before you go," he rummaged through his pocket with his somewhat chubby fingers "here's yer key. We'll lock up before we go."
He waves goodbye to the overweight vagabond, and starts down the street. ~Sacramento. Yeah. Like things'll be different here. Always the same, they always find me, and I always start up again.~ His frown worsens. ~I've gotta get clean, and... they aren't gonna help the situation.~ He spots the local park and decides to have a seat on one of the benches. ~Heh. Still more comfortable than my car.~
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