Remembering Abe and Sally
by Jeffrey Zable
The night Abe was shot, I was laying with a whore named Sally
in a cheap hotel around the corner that has since become a market
that carries more health-conscious food for people who care about
what they put into their bodies and want to live longer, even though
the world, for the most part, is not an easy place in which to survive.
As to yours truly, I eventually became a cashier at this establishment,
and as a full-time employee I’m allowed a 10% discount on whatever
I purchase, but I don’t receive health benefits as they hired me on
a temporary basis, which hopefully will change in the future.
With regards to Abe, I think about him from time to time, as well
as Sally, whom I haven’t seen since, but then she mentioned that she
was returning to school to become a nurse with a focus on geriatric
medicine, which I told her was a noble plan because a lot of people
don’t care about what happens to the aged, often showing them far
less respect than they deserve. . .
in a cheap hotel around the corner that has since become a market
that carries more health-conscious food for people who care about
what they put into their bodies and want to live longer, even though
the world, for the most part, is not an easy place in which to survive.
As to yours truly, I eventually became a cashier at this establishment,
and as a full-time employee I’m allowed a 10% discount on whatever
I purchase, but I don’t receive health benefits as they hired me on
a temporary basis, which hopefully will change in the future.
With regards to Abe, I think about him from time to time, as well
as Sally, whom I haven’t seen since, but then she mentioned that she
was returning to school to become a nurse with a focus on geriatric
medicine, which I told her was a noble plan because a lot of people
don’t care about what happens to the aged, often showing them far
less respect than they deserve. . .