"Hey, Slade!" my next door neighbor shouted, "You mind keeping your mail to yourself. I don't want this crap!"
He threw the pile of magazines down with a loud crack onto the floor and then stood there, staring at me. I picked up the top mag, 'Warts Illustrated' and immediately saw that it was addressed to me. Somebody was playing games again.
"I really don't know what you're into and I really don't care but can you keep your filth off my doorstep!?" he huffed, took a look at Dixie, smiled and then walked out the door. I went through the magazines and found they had all been addressed to me. 'Better Gnomes Gardens', 'Sluts Unlimited', 'Quarterly Review Monthly', 'Trailer Park Landscaping' and 'Incestor's Business Daily' to name a few. There was even a book, 'Chicken Soup for the Nambla Soul' wrapped in a plastic bag. Dixie was finished with her beer and belched half of the alphabet.
"Here, this is for you." I said and tossed her a copy of 'Octogenarian Upskirts', "It's nae use to me, ye're welcome to it." She just stared at it. Waiting for her to say something intelligent was like putting a candle in the window for Jimmy Hoffa. I grabbed a copy of 'The Fashionable Goiter' and sat down next to her on the couch.
This was starting to get me pissed. Somebody was trying to get to me but I couldn't figure out who or why. It all started with that invitation to the Brown Willy. I pulled the paper out of my pocket and looked it again. On one side was the invoice for the adult toys and the other was the message. The invoice side had the name blacked out with crayon. I sat for a second with it in my hand then I held it up to the light from the lamp on my desk. Moving it around, faintly I could make out a name.
Slevin Kelevra
Well, that didn't help. I knew of no Slevin Kelevra. Never heard of him. I had never heard of any of these people! Do I look like a people person? But before I forgot them I grabbed a pen and wrote them down on the invoice.
Major Roy Franklin
Charles Luciano
Slevin Kelevra
I looked at Dixie who was following a fly walking around the arm of the couch. If she spoke her mind, she'd be speechless.
"Hey, did Buckie tell you who called him?"
"No." she said, vacantly.
"Can you ask him?"
"I have to go to the bathroom."
"Sure, over there," I said and pointed to the door behind the inflatable doll, "but take the phone and ask him who called for you."
"But what do I tell him?" she quizzed.
"Just tell him you're here for the night and you're gonna make 1000 euros. Ok?"
She nodded like a bobble-head and disappeared into the bathroom.
Sam få sända med posten. Han icke lik brevlådan. Spöklik sakerna de är skedde. Man, I love doing subtitles. Especially for deaf people. I can play around with them cause they can't hear me. Like this: What is Helen Keller's favorite color? Corduroy. haha haha.