The Noid
It’s fucking pathetic when you lose your ad buddy.
“You know what would cheer you up Marlow? Let’s head over to the Tsarbucks and get you an extra large Vodka Chillato. The smooth mindnumbingness of the world’s finest potato vodka blended with the rich taste of …”
“That’s a great idea Noid, and I’d love to, there’s only one small problem, I’m flat.”
And that’s how it begins. I can see it in his eyes, the way they search the crowd, scanning retinas and bank accounts. He’s as good as out the door. Noid’s been with me from the very beginning, before I was anyone at all, and now I’m about to loose him. I sink even deeper into debtpression.
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