Doctor’s orders…
He was an accountant at heart – did speed to make the numbers go faster – got more that way. Loved numbers. Loved facts. Loved them both so much. Made them up when a conversation was understaffed. God he needed control. When someone, (rarely) put it to him and he was caught short (lies and all) he answered “You…might…be…right…” It was a stall. He was digging something up. A “helpful” chunk of advice on how to better express your point. A declaration of his sexuality that somehow questioned yours…a reference to recent scientific discoveries completely unrelated…anything to throw you off. Always ended the same: quick spin on his heels. Retreat to his office. Take off his glasses. Lay his head on the desk. Cut a line. Roll a cigarette…
What you just wrote would be a good start/character for a screenplay. You might wanna get on that. I think that’s your calling…
Comment by e. march — September 4, 2006 @ 1:35 am
Agreed. I think it would be funny to watch a speed addict snort a couple of lines and then try to roll a cigarette!
Comment by Lyle_S — September 4, 2006 @ 9:22 am