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I’d really love to get together with you.”
    â€œWe will. Soon. Trust me on that.”
    â€œGood.”
    But just as I’m about to lean in and give this trophy pussy a little peck on the lips, she decides to fucking blow it.
    She blows it so bad.
    She says, “So are you writing anything new?”
    I step back. “What?”
    â€œAre you working on a new book?”
    I don’t say anything.
    â€œBecause it’s been a while since PieGrinder , hasn’t it?”
    Still silent.
    â€œLike two years or something. And—”
    This is when I cut her off. I go, “Wow, I can’t believe you just went there.”
    â€œWhat are you talking about?”
    â€œYour dumb fucking mouth. That’s what I’m talking about.” I say, “Fuck you for starting that shit with me. Fuck you for being evil like that.”
    â€œWhoa. Hey. I didn’t mean to—”
    â€œI don’t care what you meant to do,” I snap, cutting her off again. “I care what you did do, so fuck you.”
    â€œI’m sorry,” she says.
    â€œNo, you’re not.”
    I spin back around and stomp off, deleting her stupid number from my cell phone just as soon as I’ve hit the corner and caught a cab.
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    Delirium. There’s a few decent girls, a ton of dumb-looking ones, and like three hot ones I’ve slept with over the last six months. Each of them shooting me some nasty looks.
    Whatever.
    Destroy.
    I head right for the bar, zigzagging past this small circle of girls wearing long shirts sticking out of the bottom of American Apparel hoodies and tight jeans tucked into boots.
    I don’t see Nina or any of her stupid friends anywhere.
    In fact, the only person I see in this place that I care to talk to at all is this super-fine bartender, Carla, who I’ve known for like a year and who I’ve tried three times, all of them so brutally unsuccessful, to fuck.
    Wedging myself between some kid in a red beanie and some chick with way too much metal shit in her face, I wait at the bar with a twenty in my hand, trying my best to ignore this blond girl with big tits and a red scarf wrapped around her neck. She stares at me from this table directly behind me while talking to this bro with curly black hair and, like, three skull tattoos on his arms, wearing this Wolfmother T-shirt that’s way too fucking tight. And although I don’t know this sloppy chick’s name, she does look vaguely familiar to me. Like maybe I called her some mean shit one night. Or maybe I went home with her and ended up putting my dick inside of her much hotter roommate instead of her. Whatever it was, she gives me the finger, and the homey she’s trashing me to flips his head and gets this shit-eating grin on his face.
    Awesome.
    And what the fuck have either of you ever done in this life?
    Carla finally sees me as a Billy Idol song starts blasting from the speakers. She pulls her silky brown hair back into a ponytail and makes her way to where I am and leans over the bar, bracing herself on her forearms, and gives me a little peck on the cheek.
    â€œHey there, good-looking,” she says with a grin.
    â€œWhatcha got cooking?” I say, grinning back.
    â€œYou tell me.”
    â€œNot much, actually. I just got back from LA. What the fuck are you doing working at this dump?”
    â€œI’m trying to go to Cuba and Spain next spring, so I needed to pick up a couple more nights of work a week.”
    â€œThat’s pretty valid. I can respect that.”
    And she goes, “The real question is, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you despised this place.”
    â€œOh, I do. I’m meeting a friend here for her birthday, though. But I don’t see her anywhere.”
    â€œBummer.”
    â€œNot completely. You’re working, darling. I get to see you.”
    â€œAwww,” she says. “That’s so