"Yo, Bilta--I want a picture of your smiling face to put on my desk in my home office", I exclaim as I pat him on the right shoulder. » Y G H M®: the stories, yo
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“Yo, Bilta–I want a picture of your smiling face to put on my desk in my home office”, I exclaim as I pat him on the right shoulder.

“Yo, Bilta–I want a picture of your smiling face to put on my desk in my home office”, I exclaim as I pat him on the right shoulder.

“’cause I’m the hero, boss?”, he replies as he sets the small digital.vial on the small table in his studio apartment.

“You didn’t fuck up too badly, this time”, I reply as I shrug, “I feel that is worth a pat on the shoulder, yo.”

“Thanks, boss.”

“Shut the fuck up, Bilta”, I continue speaking as I settle more into his couch, “so the next step is to deliver the specimen to the digital.lab for further analysis.”

“You can do that, yo.”

“Probably not going to happen”, I reply as I roll my eyes and grab a handful of digital.papitas, “I’m too lazy.”

“I don’t want to go back to that place”, Bilta exclaims as he shrugs, “it creeps me out.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Unlike your face.”

“What’s that mean, yo?”, I ask him as I turn my head back to the digital.TV, “you have a problem with my face? Sounds like a wicked case of envy, yo.”

“I envy how lame you are ’cause that takes talent.”

“I am jealous of no man”, he replies as he sighs, “us, velociraptors are a special breed of awesome–we don’t compare.”

“Yeah, whatever, Bilta”, I reply as I shrug again, “so… back to what matters. You taking it to the lab tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure–why not?  They open at 13 hours, right?”

“Something like that”, I roll my eyes, “you’ll figure it out–I have faith in you.  You are both talented and handsome.”

“You really mean that?”

“Only if it makes you do my errand for me tomorrow.”

I lean forward and grab another handful of food; I pick up the hot sauce and pour it in my mouth; I swish; I chew; I swallow; I sigh; these are really good.

“Bilta”, I continue speaking as I turn my head back to him, “where do you get these delicious digital.papitas from, yo?”

“The store?”

“Does the store have a name?”

“Yes.”

I sigh; I roll my eyes; why is everything difficult with him?

“Are you going to tell me the name of the place where you buy your digital.snacks?”

“Why?”

“Cause they’re good.”

“No.”

“Yeah, whatever”, I reply as I roll my eyes, “no biggie.”

“Just find what works for you–try different things; some things are good; some you will let go.  In time, your life will be a collection of hobbies, actions, routines and behaviors.  That, it, will be your life.”

“So you are still not going to tell me where you buy your potato chips, yo?”

“digital.QLKD.”

“Oh?”, I reply as I shrug, “that place on the outskirts of Dorinto; never been there–I’ll have to check it out.  I didn’t know that they had anything good there.”

“Yeah”, Bilta replies as he shrugs, “I’ve been going there for a while–I am friends with the owner; nice gent; not particularly handsome– he plays a mean guitar.

Tell him that you are friends with me–he’ll treat you like family, yo.

“Is that a good thing?”

“You know”, Bilta replies as he turns his head to look out the window, “sometimes, I don’t, really, even know.”

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