CHAPTER FIFTEEN - Thirty One Varieties* 1 *
Over and over and over.
“I’ll f*****g show her. I’ll show her.”
Marvin Pusser sat in his room.
He called it his apartment, but there were only three rooms in total. The landlord had called it a mini-bachelor. The truth was, you couldn’t call it more than a knothole in a rotted stump.
Marvin stared at the mirror. His face was swollen like a frog, bright and shiny where he’d rubbed himself raw with abrasive cleanser digging the paint from out of his pores.
Bitch.
He polished his shoes. He liked to keep his shoes shiny and bright black.
Yes sir, the first thing a woman looks at is a man’s shoes.
“I’ll show her my shoes. By f**k, I will.”
There were dozens of skin magazines scattered all about him. None of that Playboy and Penthouse crap. T
