As always, I was eating my hourly taco.But not at my house.No,no,no.I sold that for a nice apartment in Malibu.Oh yah,by the way I live out in California.
So,it was just a simple,relaxing,refreshing,yummy,
Hungry,sunny,nice and yummy Saturday afternoon. But then they came.It surprised me,I had assumed they were one of those idiot gangs that took weekends off to get drunk and arrested.But I knew they were there.The Darkans didn't know I knew that and so I knew something they didn't know.
I immediately got 4 tacos to go and left the shop.As I left I heard the Darkan say,"get out of that crappy bagel shop.He's out."It was kinda obvious that another Darkan would come out of the bagel shop around the corner.So,I left and went straight for my car and as I watched the mirror,there he was--a man dressed in Hawaiian flower shorts and t-shirt.Plus,it might've helped that I saw the not-really-clear earpiece.
And of course,now I couldn't go to my favorite taco shack on Walnut drive.I'll get them someday.
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The Complex
CasualeI am fat.I love food.I eat tacos all the time.I was eating one when they came for me.I ran out of the Mexican restaurant,still chomping the taco. They came in with their guns,the Darkans.I heard them coming after me...I darted into an alley.Then...
