March 17th, 2014

  • roybot

shady business

The meet was in an easy-to-overlook dive bar called "The Analog Hole." From the look of things, I suspected it was only still open due to an ironic ability to profit off of being, well, shitty and deserted. I managed through a glass and a half of wild expired turkey before my contact showed up. I nodded.

He nodded.

He sat down, and there was a testing gaze, as we both explored the business synergy at play. Once I felt the ice start to thaw, I reached into my tracksuit and pulled out a #8 bubble mailer stuffed with currency. On cue, the bartender disappeared into the back room of the joint, presumably in order to inventory the booze he wasn't selling much of.

I slid it across the table. He picked it up and palpated it gingerly, with the air of a confident surgeon. Satisfied, he reached into his trenchcoat and pulled out a copy of "Wejście Smoka" -- The latest Bruce Lee movie, dubbed into Polish, with English subtitles. With this one masterstroke, my ratio woes on various private torrent sites would cease to trouble me ever again.

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker