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“Welcome back, sir!” The maitre d’ gave Joe a sweaty smile and escorted him into the club. Joe didn’t recognize the place. He didn’t recognize the maitre d' either. Joe was at a table for four and a waiter brought him a shot of tequila – the rim of the glass was lined with sugar. “The usual, sir,” the waiter said. It did seem like the usual somehow. Joe took a sip, and he remembered: I use to drink these in Acapulco, at the Mar Azul. A striking red head walked into the club – everyone turned to look at her. She walked in Joe’s direction. She sat down across from him, and layed out a copy of the newspaper in front of him. Right on the front page was a picture of Joe, shaking some politician's hand. “I hate your guts,” she said. She seemed to mean it. Joe started to feel light headed. It was his drink – there was something in it. The room began to spin. “Now you’re going to pay,” the redhead added. Joe rested his head in his hands as the world began to dim. He could see a couple of heavies coming his way, making their way through the club. The redhead stared at him. Joe felt his face hitting the table. Well, he thought to himself, at least I'm back on the front page...
Date Written: May 13, 2005
Author: Will Disney
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