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Published on Apr 13, 2011

My suitcases were a little dirty as I picked them up off the carrier. I didn't mind, I had to much on my mind to be fucked about simple shit like that. I wheeled it outside and called for a taxi, the night was cool but not cold.
"This address." I ordered, handing the driver a piece of scrap paper I'd scribbled my new house down in New Jersey.
We drove for a long time. Long out of civilization, people, life, excitement. Out of the city, basically. My new house was nowhere near Dallas, Texas, that was all I knew for sure. The driver made many twists and turns and eventually led me into a town. The lime green sign wore shattered letters that made out the name of a place called Blue Berry Hill. Minutes later, the driver turned around.
"We have arrived, Sir.That'll be two hundred and sixty three dollars.
Completely unaware of the outrageous taxi bill I stepped outside into the night, my eyes glued to my house. I threw three one-hundred dollar bills his way and grabbed my suitcase, walking miserably to my new place.
It was small, cluttered, and made me feel claustrophobic. The wooden floor boards that made up the porch creeked as I stepped on them. And the floor mat where my father's Realtor had put the key under was rusted and worn. I turned the key in the door and my expectations were met the second I turned a light on. This place sucked. I didn't even take time to examine it, I just threw my things down. My cell phone told me it was two A.M. in red neck time, but there had to be at least one place open around here. I was fucking hungry.
Finding a joint to stuff myself in wasn't hard at all. This was the smallest town I've ever been in, an all night diner was open just around the corner from my new shit hole. It looked as shitty and dull as the rest of this damn town did, but if it had some pancakes and a coffee, I was good. I stepped inside to see an empty diner, minus one brunette waitress. I've never been in an abandoned restaurant, either. Did the food suck that bad? When she looked up from her magazine at the counter her face met mine with shock. I momentarily wondered why but then I brushed it off and seated myself at the diner bar.
"Coffee.Get me some coffee, would ya?!" I snapped quickly, my growling stomach taunting me.
"Whh-?" She asked, her voice surprised but not rude.
"Coffee. Now. Step on it." I ordered, staring at the neglected text messages on my phone.
Three from Camilla. Sexy taunts that would have gotten me in the mood if I was in another place. Two from my dad, about business, no doubt. One from my maid back at home and then one from my previous intern. As I was replying back to the last of them, a one night stand from the previous week beeped through. Shit. Why the fuck did I give her my number? My throat burned for coffee, and I looked up to see the waitress hadn't moved from her magazine.
"What the fuck are you doing? Didn't you hear me? I WANT COFFEE." I screamed, my voice getting louder with every word.
"Sir, I mean this with the most sincere respect possible, but I'm not getting you coffee if you're gonna say it like that." She responded slowly before going back to my magazine.

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