I squint at the sun shining through the long red drapes. I walk to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror my hair looks perfect. I brush my teeth. In the kitchen I pour a glass of orange juice. Back upstairs looking in the mirror I can see my new suit fits incredibly.
Walking downtown the blocks are vacant. Stopping into a Star Bucks for a coffee I notice that I forgot to put on my watch. Panicked, I turn to the woman behind me in line.
"What time is it?" I gasp.
"1 O'clock" She tells me. I swallow hard and turn back toward the cashier.
"How may I help you sir?" She asks. I back up slowly, money in hand, and head for the door. A homeless man bumps into me.
"You got a dolla?" I stare at him confused.
"Can I have a dolla?"
"I don't have any." I tell him
"Whats that ?" He asks pointing at the waded up fifty dollar bills in my hand. I push him out of the way and push open the door to the street. A siren wails by. Dazed I wander down the block. I see a dog in a small Burrberry jacket. I wonder if dogs like grapes. Fumbling in my pocket I retrieve a Nembutal.Waiting for the subway I see a shoe laying in the track. On the train a woman bumps into me standing. She smells. I check my back pocket.
Walking into the office I see Hem Rochford. He is wearing a blue suit by George Clap also. Mine fits better. He makes his way toward me and I leap toward the elevator. Barley making it inside the doors close as he opens his mouth. The elevator smells like carrots. A man I don't recognize asks me if I saw the game last night.
"No." I tell him.
"You missed a good one" He says. I stare at him.
"Do I know you?" I ask.
"Yeah, Tom Duck" He says. I squint at his face and the absurdity of his name.
"Oh, thats, um, right.. Hi" I say. He looks at me, waiting for an answer to some thing. A question?
"Look I don't know you, um, Tom, Tom, um, Duck" I say walking off the elevator. Just before the door closes I shout, "And get a hair cut Duck."
I walk down the hall and into my office. My secretary glances up from her desk.
"Good morning sir." She says.
"Call me Duck" I tell her irritated.
"What?" She asks confused.
"Call me Mr. Duck from now on." I hiss. She stares confused. I open the door to my office. I sit down on the brown leather sofa next to the wet bar. While making a gin and tonic I notice again that I forgot to put on my watch this morning. Quickly I sip the drink.
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