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Date Posted: 08:45:31 11/04/99 Thu
Author: "Smutman" Jack Leer
Subject: The Morning After
(Daybreak cracks on the neon landscape of the city of Reno, bringing with it a grim reminder of hours wasted, friends double-crossed and vows broken. It creeps in the windows of the eastern offices and casinos like a guilty secret, relentlessly pursuing the denziens of the night with it's luminecence. Doubled over lost souls with desperate blood-shot eyes scurry into alleys and doorways like giant shaved rats, hiding themselves from the revealing light of day.)
(Jack Leer opens an eye as a shaft of morning light meticulously works it's way over his face. Wrapped in an old army blanket, a dark spot where the life leaked out of some kid back in 'Nam staining a corner, Jack Leer rubs his forhead with a rough hand. Propping himself up on an elbow and looking about the wood-panneled basement strewn with partially clothed party-goers and plastic cups of cheap beer, a sleeping bleach blonde stripper and aspiring actress next to him lets out a pained sigh and curls an arm around his waist.)
(Sliding into his jeans and lighting a smoke, Jack Leer makes his way upstairs to the kitchen. Pushing aside a long haired burnout sleeping against the refridgerator with his bare foot, Jack Leer takes a beer from the refridgerator door and cracks it open, beer spraying into the air in a misty cloud.)
Ki Ki (Leaning her back on the side of the refridgerator, her milky flesh adorned in a tight-fitting black lace bra and a pair of bluejeans, her ample curves silouetted in the morning light): You're up early, Jack.
Jack Leer (Rubbing the back of his neck): Christ, my head hurts. You think Sid's got any asprin around here?
Ki Ki (Holding out a hand, two white pills in her palm, a smile dancing on his lips): Brought my own, figured you could use a couple after drinking all that mescal last night.
Jack Leer (Tossing back the asprin and washing it down with a mouthfull of beer): Thanks doll. You're the best.
Ki Ki (Cocking her hips and casting a lucious shadow across the linoleum floor): My pleasure.
Jack Leer: It's what? Thursday?
Ki Ki: Yea. You've got a pretty light week, you going into the office today?
Jack Leer: I probably should, I was going to call Vengeance about those last couple TTSWF tapings. Give that man a peice of my mind.
Ki Ki: I can't beleive he cancelled the last two shows with no notice like that. What kind of way is that to run a business?
Jack Leer: That asshole is more interested in short-term profit than the health of his business, I've got no love for the man but I never would have figured him for a Streisand fan.
Ki Ki: So he cancelled the TTSWF so Barbara Streisand could play at those auditoriums, and he got what? Twenty thousand?
Jack Leer: Something like that, and front row tickets.
Ki Ki (Laughing): I wonder if he took his little girl friend, Miss Claudia?
Jack Leer (Laughing): I wouldn't figure her for a Streisand fan either, but there's no accounting for taste.
Ki Ki: It was probably very romantic for those two. I wonder what she told Anderson.
Jack Leer (With a laugh): She probably told him she was going to "bang out" some contract negotiations with her lawyer friend.
Ki Ki (Smiling a wry smile): Jack, you're awful.
Jack Leer (Taking a drink of beer and giving Ki Ki a look): Can't say the same about you, you're a damn nice sight to wake up to Ki Ki.
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