Contributor: Joshua Dobson
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"What do you do?" the bar slut asked in an absurdly affected doll voice.
The question used to make me wince and gnash my teeth, that dismal afternoon in the dingy dive bar it made me giggle dementedly. The sound of my desiccated cackle disturbed even my jaded self, the bar slut was so stunned she stopped prosti-jecting, the flawless porcelain of her carefully controlled facade cracked for the briefest of seconds and she regarded me with utter revulsion in her dead doll eyes. She caught herself slipping and jerked immediately back into "sell" mode, twinkling her dead doll eyes twice as hard.
"I am a waiter," I said hollowly.
"Oh really, that's kewl. Where at?" she asked, back on script, but noticeably creeped out by me.
"Near here . . . the big black glass domes down by the highway."
"I didn't...
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