Break Any Woman Down by Dana Johnson

Author:Dana Johnson
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
ISBN: 978-0-8203-4485-0
Publisher: University of Georgia Press
Published: 2012-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

clay’s thinking

Trip out. She’s not the type that usually scams on me. All professional. But this one’s trying to. She looks like she works in an office with her suit-type thing going on, gold jewelry, all that. I’ll have to investigate what’s up with her. First time I see her, I’m in the photo lab, wearing my pussy uniform and developing the usual lame pictures when she comes through the door. She’s got a camera in her hand like she wants it fixed or something, and she just rolls up to me and asks me about the skull tattooed on my bicep. She says it’s cool. But it’s not even finished yet. The flames shooting out of the eye sockets and mouth ain’t even colored in yet. I’ma get it done in yellow and red. It’s gonna be bad.

Right off, though, I’m thinking she’s cool even if she has her little office thing going on. Usually my tats keep the people away that need to be kept away, and if people don’t look at me like I’m a fucking criminal and shit then I know they’re cool people. If you’re freaked-out by my tats, then step off. You don’t need to be knowing me. This girl, she wasn’t like that. She was cool. She did want her camera fixed, though, and was holding it up to me, like I’m mister technology guy, like I know how to fix a camera. I’m all, “I’m sorry, but I just develop the film and stuff.” She goes, “Oh,” and gives me this little smile like, “Duh, I’m such a moron.” It was cool. Most people would be all up in my face, pissed at me cause I’m not the one to fix their shit. She just stood there, and then she goes, “Well, thank you anyway.” I stare at her, I’m all, “Uh, you’re welcome.” Trevor’s all, “I can help you over here, miss.” She bailed after tightass Trevor helped her out.

She keeps coming in for small things, kind of lame stuff. I know what’s up. She asked if she could touch my bat tattoo the other day. I’m outside on my lunch break, eating my burger when she walks by. I had my shirt off cause I was roasting, no shit. It was Africa hot. I could see her coming up the street, and she could see me, but I didn’t wave at her cause she wasn’t close enough yet. I would have looked all retarded waving at her when she’s way down the block and shit. When she got up to me, she was looking at my chest and everything before she looked me in the eyes. I lift every day and I’m cut, so I know she was checking out my stuff. She’s all, “That bat’s neat. It didn’t hurt you to get it on your shoulder blade like that? You mind?” And then she runs her fingers over it. When she did that, my stomach got all crazy on me but I played it off.

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