…now get the Hell out!

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The four of us sat in the dirty aquarium screaming with green-grey light, a small filthy oasis in the Port Authority bus terminal. I was on my way to another freelance interview. Now that I’m on the treadmill, I can’t stop looking for the next gig — I’d rather face down an injured wolverine with an air rifle than go into another long stretch of nothing like I did this summer.

So there’s me in my dark grey interview suit, sweating like Whitney Houston in an airport, sitting there on the little nod-proof bench, just waiting on the bus. An old woman stood across from me, standard issue, straight from Central casting. She wore a sun hat and blue-blockers just like my grandmother and a fanny pack with an L. Ron Hubbard book sat just above her hips.

We were all doing the New York thing where everyone sees each other and says nothing at all for a good ten minutes or so when the old woman crossed the room and stood right next to me at the end of the bench.

“Scum,”

she said, in a low voice that only I could hear.

Scum on the anus of this earth is what you are. Manipulating the legal system to intimidate witnesses in a federal case is a very serious crime in this country. You might be on top for now, but you won’t get away with it for long.

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