President in bar walks over to God who is chain-smoking cigarettes. President says, „How
much for a half-n-half?” God scans crowd, exhales, „How much do you have?” President
runs fingers through hair and rubs eyes and looks over shoulder (bar cluttered with
business suits and casual wear) says, „Well, I just pulled some out of the bank. It's on
tip of tongue.” God exhales, winks at a guy coveting a glass of Jack, adjusts bra and
thumbs her breast under blouse „Ten big ones.” The President blinks, eyebrows V, spits,
„Ten. Oh come on, that's a little pricey for you.” God blows smoke in face, „I said big
ones.” Hands span pockets and wallet while he mumbles incoherent self-discrimination.
Mean while, a guy over bar and Jack whispers for bartender's ear, „Another drink
for God.” The President sees this and sees the bartender walking over to God with
drink in hand. God ashes cigarette and says, „What's it going to be, Ten big ones and
half-n-half, or nothing?” The President hides face. God says, “Well?” The President pulls hands
through hair. Says: „The Detective Store, Delineator, mischsprache, Global_Village_DOTCOM,
Lassivyous, Demarkation, jaded, Amorous.”
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