The Mystic Arts Of Erasing All Signs Of Death (2009) - Plot & Excerpts
Which was OK because Chev didn't forget to set his and snuck into my room and put it on my pillow when he came home from the shop. After I spent a minute banging it against the floor to get it to stop buzzing, I swore revenge and crawled back under my covers. Then the phone started ringing. Very loud and just outside my bedroom door. It rang. And it kept ringing. And it kept ringing. And I got up and opened the door and picked it up. —What? What the fuck? —Is this Web? —Yeah, what the fuck? —Yeah, my name is Curtis. —What do you want, Curtis? —Nothing. I was in White Lightning last night and I got this boss Tasmanian devil on my shoulder and the guy, Chev, he said he'd knock twenty bucks off the price if I got up at six and called you and made sure you were up. So? —What? —You up? I hung up the phone and threw it across the hall and it put a dent in Chev's door and I heard laughing behind it. —Fuck you, Chev. Fuck you! But I was up so I turned on the coffeemaker and got in the shower.
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