M is for Myg

Never before has Myg not wanted to get a slice. Usually, tomato pie’ll fix anything. After I got the door repaired on the pawnshop, I went by her loft to check on her. She was passed out on the couch in her smelly socks and my boxers. She didn’t even complain when I tried to wake her. Something tells me this was more than a weekend bender. Disappearing for days–that’s uncommon, but not entirely out of character. Not recognizing me and fleeing from a bodega in some third-life sim, dazed and looking like a marsupial with a mouthful of toothpaste–I would have said that was the definition of impossible.

Romana was stumping in Badger, and her cell doesn’t work well overseas so I got dumped straight into voicemail when I called to see if she had any ideas. I stood there watching Dolly sleep and debating whether to record her snoring. Then I remembered my new tenant, a shrink named Dr. Moody. She rented the office space over grandpa Pauly’s barbershop. Myg doesn’t usually go in for voodoo, but maybe if I just introduce them casually, she won’t notice and the doc can give me some kind of assessment.

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Continued from Kiss me in the shadow (VI). New to the series? Try reading it in this order: Met a stranger on a train (I) then Bodegaddiction (II) then Small crimes (III) and then This is not my beautiful house (IV) and Bumped right into me (V). Then read Kiss me in the shadow (VI) and then come on back here.
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Flecks of ice cold water stung my naked skin, rousing me from what felt like a stalled out coma or the aftermath of a nasty Tastykakes binge.

“Get up Myg” Vanny harassed from the other side of the door. “I’m hungry,” she said, her eyes glowing hot through the iron bars. Something told me that she was not about to suggest we order pizza. Read more

Continued from Bumped right into me - met a stranger part V. New to the series? Try reading it in this order: Met a stranger on a train (I) then Bodegaddiction (II) then Small crimes (III) and then This is not my beautiful house (IV) and then, finally, Bumped right into me. Then read this one.
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Yep, that’s me passed out cold, this time without even my boxers to keep me warm.

Let me explain what happened first. Read more

Continued from This is not my beautiful house - met a stranger part IV. New to the series? Try reading it in this order: Met a stranger on a train (I) then Bodegaddiction (II) then Small crimes (III) and finally This is not my beautiful house (IV). Then come on back.
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You can call me whatever you want, but I always sucked at grand theft auto.

First, I had no idea how to pop the locks without setting off the sprinkler system and the alarm. Then even if I did, how the hell was I gonna jump the starter? I was out of my league.

I thought maybe I’d just wait for the autobus and give the driver some sob story, so I sat down at the bus stop for a spell. But damn that’s one laggy busline, because the sun set over that skyline and not one came. But then, guess who materialized out of thin air? Read more

Continued from Small crimes - met a stranger part III To read this series from the beginning, start with Met a stranger on a train. When you’re done with that, read Bodegaddiction. Then read Small crimes. Then come back here.
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The last thing I can remember seeing was that cash register at the Bodega. Then it all went blank.

I don’t know how long I was out of it. Hours? Days? It felt like a lifetime as the heavy stupor rolled off me like recovery from a near death experience. My head pounded like a bulldozer on broken concrete and I stunk so bad I made myself gag…twice.

My clothes? Gone. I was down to my boxers, but somehow wound up in someone else’s smelly socks and ripped up shirt. My money? Stolen, I guess. I was penniless, not even able to buy a demo hair. My inventory? Fucking wiped. Read more

(Continued from Bodegaddiction - Met a stranger part II and part I)

Grinding my smoke out under my heel, I walked toward the bodega. I’d had this joint staked out for about a week. Yesterday I got Myg’s credit card statement; L$875 from Gritty Kitty, L$433 from Skanks r Us, $222 at Miau Haus, and a whopping L$1100 from Artilleri. I passed out and then died again when the doorbell woke me up and it was the building inspector fining me for not having a proper door on my warehouse.

I needed cash and this store looked like easy pickins. I knew there was a shotgun under the counter, but the proprietor was always lighting out to the bathroom with the latest issue of Spank!

I was just about to make my move when I spotted Myg and some neko dude I’d never seen before. Not wanting to interrupt an afternoon tryst, I backed into the alley. They disappeared into the store. Odd, I didn’t know Myg had a bodega fetish. Still, the thought of bangin’ her in between the Tastykakes and the Hamburger Helper is not without its attraction. But less than 90 seconds later, Mygdala sprinted out the door.

“Myg!” I yelled. She acted like she didn’t hear me at all and disappeared down a manhole. (Really, I’m not making this up.) Read more

(Continued from “Met a stranger on a train” posted 4-11-07).

The rickety old subway car lurched to an awkward halt, throwing our whole mood off balance. Without words we emerged into the slum like divers erupting from an ocean of bad advertising and rank public restroom odors.

Out in the open air, a thick churning black death enveloped the block. I took several steps back and gagged, only to notice Andromega had selflessly donned some hellish freebie firefighter avatar and was ready to play hero in stark contrast to my “look the other way” heartless bitch role. Courageously he dashed to the blazing edifice, but then paused and looked at me in earnest.

“How do I look?” he asked. Read more

“Join me in Sonogno” was all the eerie message said.

It was from him.

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