Post by decca on May 24, 2012 14:00:58 GMT -6
A voice is all that is heard in a dark alley way
" Wake up "
" Wake up "
Pause
" Wake the hell up piece of shit!! "
Unknown Voice: Who the hell is that
Decca: Its me stupid ass, get up. Where going on a trip. Come on, pack your bags
Finally able to get a view of who Decca Detlev is talking to. A man lays on the ground on a old beat up cardboard box. He gets up, he fixes his pants. He grabs a plastic bag, he starts to look around
Decca: Com on get your stuff.
Decca covers his nose and tries to not touch nothing
Decca: How the hell can you live like this, I told you many times you can stay with me
the man finally finds what he was after he throws a zip lock bag into his walmart bag, he grabs his lighter he stands up to Decca as he fixes his pants and cleans his mouth off.
Trent: Because you don't allow smoking in your apartment
Trent lights his blunt, he takes a deep inhale and lets the smoke sink in for a minute before blowing in Decca's face
Trent: Where we going anyway
he takes another inhale and offers the joint to Decca, Decca takes it and takes a small drag holding his chest as he inhales he blows the smoke in the air and enjoys the feel of smoke filling his lungs
Decca: Your going to Miami Florida to keep Cameron in check.
Trent: You going to, should be lots of fun
Decca: No I am not going with you, I have business here. But you will have somebody going with you, he will be laying low in Miami until he is ready. Until then, you will be watching Cameron.
Trent takes a drag of his Joint looks at Decca wondering what he is planning
Trent: I don't know what you guys can't do your own dirty work
Decca hands Trent a envlope Trent opens it and sees money he flips though the stack of bills sees all $100 bills. Trent smiles, and takes his plane ticket
Trent: Yeah cool Ill see you around time for me to get my swim shorts out
Trent walks over to another hobo laying on another box sleeping. Trent reaches over and pulls the boxers off hobo and places them inside his walmart bag
SEE YOU IN MIAMI
" Wake up "
" Wake up "
Pause
" Wake the hell up piece of shit!! "
Unknown Voice: Who the hell is that
Decca: Its me stupid ass, get up. Where going on a trip. Come on, pack your bags
Finally able to get a view of who Decca Detlev is talking to. A man lays on the ground on a old beat up cardboard box. He gets up, he fixes his pants. He grabs a plastic bag, he starts to look around
Decca: Com on get your stuff.
Decca covers his nose and tries to not touch nothing
Decca: How the hell can you live like this, I told you many times you can stay with me
the man finally finds what he was after he throws a zip lock bag into his walmart bag, he grabs his lighter he stands up to Decca as he fixes his pants and cleans his mouth off.
Trent: Because you don't allow smoking in your apartment
Trent lights his blunt, he takes a deep inhale and lets the smoke sink in for a minute before blowing in Decca's face
Trent: Where we going anyway
he takes another inhale and offers the joint to Decca, Decca takes it and takes a small drag holding his chest as he inhales he blows the smoke in the air and enjoys the feel of smoke filling his lungs
Decca: Your going to Miami Florida to keep Cameron in check.
Trent: You going to, should be lots of fun
Decca: No I am not going with you, I have business here. But you will have somebody going with you, he will be laying low in Miami until he is ready. Until then, you will be watching Cameron.
Trent takes a drag of his Joint looks at Decca wondering what he is planning
Trent: I don't know what you guys can't do your own dirty work
Decca hands Trent a envlope Trent opens it and sees money he flips though the stack of bills sees all $100 bills. Trent smiles, and takes his plane ticket
Trent: Yeah cool Ill see you around time for me to get my swim shorts out
Trent walks over to another hobo laying on another box sleeping. Trent reaches over and pulls the boxers off hobo and places them inside his walmart bag
SEE YOU IN MIAMI