Various quotes from my novel Crash Shadow: A Tale of Two Addicts, available on Amazon.com in print and Kindle form…

“You are a stupid bloke,” declared Paul.
“Why?” scraped straightlace.
“Because skinheads smoke dope.”
“What?”

“I forgot the industrial band’s name.”
“Greenway’s band. I forgot their name though. Something about a hamster.”

“You can talk about a magic vagina but you can’t pronounce labia.”

She wasn’t about to let a flaky Howard Jones fan get away with ruining her good time.

“You ever beat up guys before?” asked Hatch of Skye.
“Sure.”
“Uh huh,” grinned Paul.
“I’m talkin’ about the ones that didn’t ask me.”

“Whattaya’ need a vibrator for? You got me!”
“She needs something that lasts longer than two minutes,” said Gust as she climbed out of the van.

“More midget porn?”

“You were a lot nicer when you were gettin’ loaded, you fuckin’ wimp.”

“Who the fuck wants to listen to that ‘flowering essence of womanhood’ bullshit? I mean, fuck, that an’ fifty bucks will get me eaten out on Polk Street.”

“My God Joey, she might even know people who could have you killed. She is a very mean and strange looking person and I wish you would not get mixed up with her at all.”

“How d’ya’ like it?”
Yuri kept walking. He wasn’t looking in his direction.
“Rare!” yowled the shaggy haired lunatic with a barbaric yawp.

“We don’t bite,” said the Mohican.
“Yes we do,” said the baldy.

“What’s her name again?” asked Skye.
“Linette.”
“A white girl named Linette?”

Once they delivered a stuffed boar’s head, and another time he had to sort through random mannequin parts; Arms and legs and random torsos, all without a mannequin head in sight. He sometimes wondered if they sent him the seemingly random items as a joke, or some kind of bizarre employee aptitude test. He also wondered if perhaps they had a benign intention, that they brought such random items as a way to make his job more interesting.

A shrill voice came form the back. “Hey Rod, don’t give other people shit just ‘cause you can’t handle your drugs!”

Looking down into his coffee cup, he kept turning it around on the table. “Hey, do you remember why we gave our place that stupid name?”
“What place?” she perked.
“Hell Nose House.”
“Yeah, that place,” she grinned through a wince.

She took a record down from the shelf. “Would they miss any of this stuff?”
“Probably not.”
She put the record back. “Sorry. That’s my old addict talking. I’m not really going to take anything.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“You should be more suspicious,” she replied with rolling eyes.

“Spare change for a skinhead?” he repeated as the tall and bright young man facetiously prostrated himself.
“No, I don’t think so.”
The young baldy quickly straightened his stance. “Okay. Then how about spare change for a boot boy?”

“Hey, what you think you doin’, bitch?” asked the bleached blond, looking in Skye’s direction.
“You talkin’ to me?” growled Skye as she was straightening herself up in her chair.
“No, I’m talking to him.” The bleached blond pointed at the baldy. “He loves it when I call him bitch.”
“It’s true, I do.”
“You don’t like it when I call you bitch!” yelped the Mohican.
“No, I like it when you call me daddy.”

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