Chapter Nine
Charleston entered the nightmare that was real, and he called up the job listing classifieds. Nothing that paid a damn appealed to him, unless he wanted to obtain a truck-driving license or head back to school and start over from square one. Perhaps he could sell used cars to suckers and put a hollow-point bullet through his brain shortly thereafter.
Gazing through that bleak digital window into the job market left him despondent. He would not become Employee of the Month, not anywhere, not now, not ever.
He avoided Giordano. Instead he mined for funny concepts on the net. A vast pool of raw sewage, each day came up looking similar to the previous. It smelled the same too. Endless wars, too many to count. Daily atrocities in places he couldn't pronounce, and he couldn't fig
