Blood of Caine Files: 1-A. File Name: "Lapdog"
I don’t often find myself in cities like Miami. The stench and sound of kine is unbearable. Being in places like this makes me miss the dead quiet of the woods. The cars go by and the lights are blinding. I need a fucking smoke.
We’re starting the night off together at a clinic. Not what I would’ve expected from a man with his look. He’s the type where you think he’d be up in some penthouse drinking from only the loveliest of dolls. Disgusting. His car is sleek and almost blends into the black night broken by sparks of blues and reds from the street. Typically with cars like this, I’d just crack the window and check out what he has hidden between the seats but.. I’m getting the feeling the Hound wouldn’t take that very well. Isn’t that right, pretty boy?
Everything in this city feels like a fax machine drenched in sweat. I’m not sure what the hell that means, but it’s in my notes.
He moves over to a meeting. Another meeting. Another meeting. I’m watching where I think the sweat would drip down to his collar if he were still breathing. We go to another meeting. Do you get tired of this, Cade? Do you wonder if this was what your undying existence was supposed to be? Do you wonder if you could be cutting into some goddamn flesh instead of talking to these last gasps of air from a city long past? I used to be an insomniac, Cade. I wonder if that’s what you were.
We’re driving again. Well, he’s driving and I’m going off rooftops like goddamn Batman. That would’ve been nice, if instead of being this.. I could get at least some wings or something. I haven’t watched any of those movies. I probably should. We stopped by a couple of shitty coffee joints. I wonder if our Hound would freak out if they got in his car. That’d be something fun in your boring unlife. Joke, joke.. don’t take it out on me. I’m quaking and shivering at the thought!
Everything is so.. rehearsed. Conducted? Constructed? I can’t get my fangs around the artery of your truth.
Once the pretty little car is parked, I’m leaving my email carved under the hood. Hit me up for a good time, lapdog.
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