"Nothing, sir." I replied to him from the crawlspace below the floor of this rancid boutique. He was my supervisor so I had to treat him with respect, but I knew that if I ever got the chance to get away I would drive my fat fist up his fat ass. I was training to be an electrician and was wiring this shitty little hut. I think the land would be worth more with out this dilapidated wart of a house growing out of it.
"Fuck!" I mashed my fingers between two 2X4's infested with termites. Big hissing cockroaches were all around me and I casually pushed them away. I never thought anything of them until I found that in America they were considered revolting.
I loved America for the first month I was there. It seems I was at first blinded by the euphoria of being able to not pay to use the bathroom as we did in France. Don't get me wrong I sure as hell ain't French. I'm a red blooded native of the lands of the coast of a little town called Greece. I was born there and left as soon as I got out of the orphanage. You see, my parents left me in the back of their broken down 57' Chevy and I was found by my nana. That's what I called the 60-year-old homeless woman who raised me until I was eight when she died of a broke liver. Man that bitch taught me tons. She taught me how to get food by killin rats with bats and how to find a place to sleep with a syringe full of blood. I missed that bitch. But now I don't care no more. I gotta get some sleep. I walked what seemed like 40,000 days until I reached my bed while in reality it was only a few years. I rested my fat face on the oil soaked rag I used as a pillow. All I could smell was the rancid scent of the Americans living in the room beneath me. They were having sex and through these paper-thin floors the moans that they produced would sound as if I was in the same room as they. It would only last five minutes however before the female fell asleep. Devastated the American man took a walk and I never heard his loud moans again.
It was an unnaturally warm march and I was in shorts and a tee shirt kicking heaps of snow with my sandals. I was on my way to Chicago to celebrate a business associates daughters birthday. She was turning 17 and id never met the bitch before but I knew her father's money had made her spoiled and rotten. I had no clue why I had been invited. Why would some rich young brat want me an old poor proletarian to visit her? I knocked at the door with a half-burnt out cigarette in my lips. A pimple faced white boy with a crew cut haircut and a varsity jacket answered.
"You John?" he asked.
"No, I'm David" I answered.
"Oh, come in"
Once inside I put together that this john the boy was looking for was a drug dealer to sell him some smack. I had plenty on me but it was for my own person and I would never give any to this varsity nark. When john arrived I could tell he was happy because this boy was willing to pay anything for anything that even looked related to what the boy had seen on his television screen.
"Be careful with that stuff, man" john said to the boy to assure him that it was powerful. I laughed in the corner knowing the scam that had just gone down. I quickly walked outside to the porch after my loud laugh had awaked some hippie on a polyester couch giving me a dirty look. Once there I met the girl, Gina was her name. Her skin was