The tweaker gal who wanted me to hold her rotting plastic bag and who's boyfriend rolled in on a wheelchair, then stood up and strode off purposefully to look for her left me one last gift on their way out the door.
gal: Look here, there's another Anne Rice book here.
guy: what's it called?
gal: Servant of the Bones. I ain't read that one yet, I read the one called Jesus the Christ.
guy: That one's GREAT, Servant of the Bones. It's about a genius...I mean a Genie, not a genius. It's fuckin' GREAT, he lives in a pyramid and turns into a GENIE and shit.
Earlier he asked me if we had any gothic art books on Werewolves.
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