The streets of DC were completely empty. Not another soul in sight for miles.
“I mean, sovaldi
Tony didn’t seem to notice or care for my critique of Whitehouse security. Perhaps it was because we were approaching a security station, or because I was drunk. Maybe it was just getting late. Jesus! Two-oh-nine?
“They weren’t communists – they were chinese citizens trying to stop the violence of Xinjiang”, Tony muttered in a tired voice. I was in pretty decent shape this summer, being unemployed is amazing for your workout schedule. I couldn’t say the same for Tony – he’d been steadily slowing for the past 8 blocks or so.
“Communist insurgents, Xinjiang protestors, what’s the difference?” I thought back to a few hours before, when Mike introduced us to Johnny at a place he affectionately referred to as “the club”.
“The club? It’s where DC’s millionaires go to show off their new Mercedes’ and get fucked up”, Mike shouted from the other room. Mike’s house was fairly large, yet every area still resembled a dorm room.
I was still sorting through his massive collections of hats collected from dozens of news stations. Though Mike was Tony’s boss and news director at XXX Washington for over 10 ears, he’d worked at almost every other national news organization in the DC area.
“Check this out” Mike said as he walked into the room holding a picture. “Me and Tom Arnold back when I used to work at XXX. And her on the right is this Fox News producer chick I used to fuck” Mike paused. “We don’t fuck no more though”
Mike isn’t what you’d call a classically handsome guy; out of shape and over 50 – and looks to have lived all those years pretty hard. Yet it came as no surprise to me that he was involved with this attractive young Fox producer. It’s like he was from another world – where everyone is a rockstar from birth.
“Alright, enough lookin’ at my trophies. I’m gonna smoke a bowl then we’re going to the club. Oh wait! I forgot to show you guys my motorcycle!”, Mike said as he hurried off to the garage.
“So what do you think of Mike?”, Tony asked as we continued the 25 block voyage back to his apartment.
“I think that that’s going to be me in 30 years. And I’m not sure if I like it or not”, I said.
(Continued in part two…)