But meanwhile, maybe something shiny in the limo.
Then he thought: What was a car doing here? Someone still inside? A stoned-out loser sleeping it off? Bunch of losers? After an orgy?
Maybe he’d get to roust some naked chicks, get looks at their tits as they panicked to get dressed.
Smiling, he left the wheelie in place and strutted toward the limo. Tried to peer through the windows. Tinted too dark.
“Hey,” he said, not as loud as he’d meant to be.
No answer.
“Hey.”
Nothing.
“Dude.Party’sover,you need toleave.”
Still no answer.
Stoned out? Or just shining him on.
Like he wasn’t there.
Thatmade Eno’s face feel hot, same feeling as before his assault beef, some loser in a Bakersfield bar saying he was a fag and getting razored across the face down to the bone.
“Hey!”Shouting, now.
Feeling his body tighten in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time but liked, Eno flung open the driver’s door.
Saw what he saw and felt his stomach go nuts. Likehewas going to barf.
He trembled, mouth-breathed, felt his heart racing. Turned to look at the back of the limo but a sliding black glass panel blocked his view.
He backed away. Frozen.
Then—he couldn’t explain it but he just did it. Opened the rear door and looked inside.
Oh, shit,badidea. Now his stomach felt like it was shooting totally out of his mouth likeallhis insides were coming loose.
Oh, shit, this was different this was bad-different.
He slammed both doors shut, felt what was left of his breakfast burrito shoot up and out and miss the limo’s spotless white paint and land on the dirt.
What to do now? He’d seen lots of things but he’d never seen anythinglikethis, what todo?
Reaching into his jean pocket, he pulled out the phone he’d just bought from a homeless guy on Grand Street. Piece of shit, ten bucks, thirty-three minutes left.
Use the time to call the company? Nah, no one was in the office this early.
What would they say, anyway?
So 911 here we come.
Eno’s day to be a solid citizen.
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