Saturday, 23 November 2013

Trump Card Banking



I didn’t recognize him until he began to ask questions about bait. Once I stopped the boat, I spoke up.

“I’m actually going to your concert tonight.” I said. The aging rock star paused.

“You don’t strike me as a Knifefight fan.”

“Oh, I’m not. My girl is.”

The way I said it made him pause.

“Well I was going to offer you backstage passes, but I suspect if I did…”

He left it unsaid, and waited for my answer.

“Well… I wouldn’t be thrilled, but I guess next time I really wanted something…”

The way he chuckled unnerved me.

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