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The Adventures of Zoe and Tix
November 7, 2002
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The rain slid down the windshield of the Acura in silver rivulets. Zoe smoked a cigarette by the passenger's side window, pressing her face close to the glass and trying unsuccessfully to waft the smoke from her Virginia Slims out the thin crack at the top of the window. Tix snorted fitufully as he snoozed in the driver's side of the 2-door economy sized rental.

In front of them, the house they had been staking out for the past 72 hours was still. Lights went on and off in various rooms throughout the night. But the people within remained stationary and invisible to the pair in the stinky rental car. Zoe exhaled a long draw and furiously fanned her hand in front of her face. Tix sputtered a cough and shifted restlessly in his seat.

"Cut that crap out, Z, I'm trying to sleep. It smells like ass in the trash on a hot day in hell in here. Because of you. And your B.O., combined with nicotine residue." He didn't even open his eyes as he smooshed his face into the driver's side window and smeared down the glass dramatically, leaving a skid of skin oil and saliva in a dramatic fashion.

"Shut up, uggo. You're the one who smells like ass in the trash on a hot day in hell. When was the last time you changed your pants? Wouldn't be so bad if you actually wore underwear, you freeballer." She snorted unceremoniously.

Tix sat up, about to get into verbal fisticuffs with his partner, when she smooshed a cigarette-smelling hand over his mouth and gestured with the lit cigarette. She slid the thin fag out the window and popped the cherry on the cig to put out the faint cinder of light. The front door of the house opened. A fat man sweating in a tight suit lumbered out of the door, his fancy highlights glimmering in the semi-darkness of early morning. He belched so loudly the sound echoed off the other houses, empty and lifeless with black, gaping eyes, that surrounded the cul de sac.

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