full head of steam

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"we don't have a roadmap yet? she had all day. she promised us a map this morning. now i have a train to catch" the bastard goes and hits the ground running. 10 minutes before an elevator brings me down to earth.

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"dammit, i'm going to get shin splints from doing this. the front of the bastard's shin scream out as he motors away.

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if that chucklehead with the heat miser hairdo in front of the strip club sticks another flyer in my face and calls me "big guy" one more time, i swear to christ i'm going to pull out the steel, fish hook him in the mouth, and drag him down to penn with me.

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damn! the station's crowded i have 4 minutes. time to play pinball, god i hate this place. it's so full of road blocks and idiots. "hey you! you! the one who keeps trying to nudge me on his way to the platform going to speonk! if you EVER get near me again, if i ever SEE you again, i will kick you to the curb and make you wish you never left your mother's womb!" trust me the bastard will be looking for him tonight.

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BING BONG "there has been a track change. the hempstead train will be platforming at track 21. there has been a track change. the train to hempstead will be platforming at track 21." what seems like 5000 angry people on track 13 phalanx their way onto the stairs. the bastard sees someone lose their cool with a middle aged lady or did she lose her cool with him? just breathe old man, just fucking breathe."

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finally a seat, the bastard goes into full crumple and, "hey man do you really have to sit down across from me and crunch your potato chips? yeah you, legs akimbo with the bulky coat. close your legs pal. what do you keep a bloody grapefruit in there, come on. if i can sit like a reasonable human, you can." at least if the 25 girls from suburbia sat next to me all i'd have to put up with is constant chattering instead of this jerk chewing his tater chips like it's so much cud. i know i shouldn't get back into the book, it's too damn depressing, the protagonist just came from his wife's funeral and found out she dies while cheating on him while he was in prison. i gotta do something to keep from having to look at cud boy here. oh wait, the dead wife comes to visit him, they talk, he says good bye, she leave a trail of dirt on her way out of the hotel room. the protagonist and his one eyed boss are in chicago now. oh shit, i think our hero is working for odin, some old friend of his just called him wotan. finally, all of that norse mythology has paid off. oh, trains finally moving. it's nice to finally make some progress.

—the bastard