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perform_admirably) wrote2013-08-25 08:56 pm
perform_admirably) wrote2013-08-25 08:56 pm
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Spock's been patronizing a local grower for the entirety of the spring and summer, an organic grower who sets up show in a small number of locations in the city. Today it is the young man with the long honey-brown hair behind the register, which is stationed just outside of the city park.
As Spock reaches out for a red bell pepper that's caught his attention, considering the possibility of a stir fry, the cashier stops him.
"You buy this stuff a lot," the man, almost a boy really, says in a drawn-out drawl of a voice.
"Because I eat 'this stuff' on a daily basis," Spock replies.
The boy raises both hands, almost mockingly defensive. "S'alright, I didn't mean nothin'. You're a good customer, is all. Hey--" he says, leaning closer to Spock's puzzled, straight face from behind the rows of celery and cucumbers. "You're a real good customer. Think you'd be interested in a more special product? 'Cause you seem hella discreet and stuff."
"Special?" Spock asks, more dismissive than actually curious.
"Special. For you, I got Blackberry Kush, Pineapple Express. It's all great stuff, it'd help a dude like you out in serious ways."
"I didn't know that you sold fruits."
As Spock reaches out for a red bell pepper that's caught his attention, considering the possibility of a stir fry, the cashier stops him.
"You buy this stuff a lot," the man, almost a boy really, says in a drawn-out drawl of a voice.
"Because I eat 'this stuff' on a daily basis," Spock replies.
The boy raises both hands, almost mockingly defensive. "S'alright, I didn't mean nothin'. You're a good customer, is all. Hey--" he says, leaning closer to Spock's puzzled, straight face from behind the rows of celery and cucumbers. "You're a real good customer. Think you'd be interested in a more special product? 'Cause you seem hella discreet and stuff."
"Special?" Spock asks, more dismissive than actually curious.
"Special. For you, I got Blackberry Kush, Pineapple Express. It's all great stuff, it'd help a dude like you out in serious ways."
"I didn't know that you sold fruits."
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"I know that none of this is real. That I've got no fuckin' control over it, and if I look behind the curtain, I might not like what I find," I answer, stopping for traffic so we can cross the road, the apartments just a block over.
"I'm real, Mike's real, you're real. My daughters? I don't know. They've only ever existed in places like this. I just... I don't like being fucked with, I'm not crazy, but I don't know, man."
The truth is, the only life I've ever had that was worth fuck all is the one I built on the island, the one I brought with me here. But we're on a fucking crosswalk on a busy street, and it feels weird just blurting something like that out.
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Despite his own feelings to the contrary, there is a kind of logic in what Neil has to say. "Whether or not it's real, your experience of it makes it so. You would rather have a satisfying life rather than one of ultimate truth, at all times. I admit, I do not entirely disagree with your outlook. Only, I wish I could do the same. I do not feel like I am making much of a difference in the lives of others, here."
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"If it's any consolation, I like havin' you here," I say with a crooked grin, but I understand what he really means. "The first... two years that I spent in a place like this, I didn't do shit. I sat around, complaining and fighting with my boyfriend and fucking. It took me a while to find my feet, you know?"
And now I run a sex shop. I'm not sure everybody'd agree that's a worthy service that makes a difference in people's lives.