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Fagin

Quarter past midnight. It’s the coldest day in New York in recent memory and my gimp foot is throbbing. Gotta say having Karol’s size eights come down on my recently surgered toes isn’t helping. I’m rocking shotgun and Biggie is asking less than politely for loot on the Nano. We’re driving underneath the train tracks over Coney Island avenue on our way to a late night poker game in Brighton. Carter and KJ slouch in the backseat.
“I dunno what to do honestly, part of me wants to give the thing back, but we could make 8 grand if we sell it.” Karol’s not worried.
“Whoever lost it is rich enough to buy another one, Carter, stop worrying so much.”
“Yeah, just make sure your prints aren’t on the thing, I offered wearily from the front.
Karol and I singalong to the Nano.
“Bocka bocka bocka,” we kill the resisting carjack victim for her number one mom pendant.
“This thing is really weighing heavy on my mind, Carter groans again, “I dunno karma can be hard.”
Karol grows impatient.
“Look, you didn’t do anything wrong. Some idiot got careless with his stuff, that’s on him. You’re home now, let it go.”
We pull up to Carter’s apartment building.
“Okay, thanks for the ride guys.”
“You sure you don’t want to come to the game with us?” Karol asks him as she leans out the driver’s side window.
“Nah, I got school tomorrow,” he shrugged.
“We all have school tomorrow,” KJ said.
Karol and I laughed.
“Wait,” KJ’s statement seeping its way into my understanding, “you have SCHOOL tomorrow? What time’s your first class??”
“You don’t wanna know,” he said flatly.
“Dude, what time?”
“9:45”
“ARE YOU INSANE?? What are you doing in this car, kid?”
Karol laughed.
Oh man.
“Dude. Stop laughing. We’re like the worst people ever. How are we corrupting the lives of all these college kids? One’s a fence, this one’s dropping out — they make movies about women like us AND it always ends with one dead and one in prison.”
“I call prison,” she said.
Great. Just great.

8 Responses to “Fagin”

  1. Karol Says:

    We’re driving underneath the train tracks over Coney Island avenue on our way to a late night poker game in Brighton.

    Or, the reverse, actually: We’re driving underneath the train tracks over Brighton Beach avenue on our way to a late night poker game in Coney Island.

    Dude, let KJ be the last twenty something boy we pick up and end up playing poker with until the sun comes up. We should try to be better people.

  2. Jordan from HighOnPoker Says:

    Great stuff, Dawn.

  3. Dawn Summers Says:

    I get Kearns in the divorce. Just sayin.

  4. Dawn Summers Says:

    “You get Kearns and I get money” – Karol

  5. kj Says:

    …and what do I get?

  6. Dawn Summers Says:

    um…duh…you get the amazing Dawn Summers.

  7. kj Says:

    um…duh…you get the amazing Dawn Summers.

    Hmm… Nice. So, what else do I get… seriously?

  8. Jake Says:

    This is a fagin good report.

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