 "They'll get you." But no, smart ass and headstrong teenager that he was, even if seriously overweight even then, he hadn't listened. "Fuck Zeus, Odin, Buddha, Krishna, the Great Spirit and all the rest of their bullshit god buddies," being one of his favorite teenaged epithets. If there were any god or goddess he'd not offended, it sure wasn't intentional. And now he was paying for it. When no one was looking Tony would quietly step out of sight, raise his eyes to the heavens and say.

"Hey, you Gods. I apologize. I really mean it. Now please leave me alone." Unfortunately, it didn't work. Either that or things could have turned out a whole lot worse than they did and the Gods of Fate had interceded to stop the chaos from getting any worse.

Which was something he didn't even want to think about.

Then another voice interrupted the circle jerk in progress. A face appeared at the door.

"Hey! Does anyone work here? We have all these cars in secondary sitting there like it's a used car lot with no salesmen." It was Elaine 'Matchstick' Spinstergarden, relieved off the car lane by Neville Goodfellow and come schlepping back to secondary. A secondary full of cars referred for further inspection but mostly empty of officers to search them. "How about a little help out here? Secondary looks like a frickin' Wal-Mart parking lot at rush hour." She wheeled and stomped back out the door. Tony Rivera's day continued to crumble, reminding him of the sand castle he'd built as a little kid on the beach at San Diego when the tide came in and gradually washed it away. Life had never really been the same since after that. There was no permanence. There was always a goddamn wave coming to fuck things up. To this very day he detested San Diego, including the Padres and especially the Chargers, who he'd bet five hundred bucks on to lose a game that the insensitive bastards ending up winning.

Christ! He thought. Another one. Elvis and Pancho, Melissa, Lorenzo, Armen and his behemoth of a smuggler cousin. And now the frickin' anorexic Spinstergarden broad, who was on the underfed borderline of needing suspenders to hold up her gun belt, and was for sure as much
" They'll get you. " But no, smart ass and headstrong teenager that he was, even if badly fleshy even then, he hadn't listen. " Fuck Zeus, Odin, Buddha, Krishna, the Great Spirit and all the rest of their bullshit god buddies, " being one of his favored teenaged epithets. If there were any deity or goddess he'd not offended, it sure wasn't designed. And nowadays he was paying for it. When no one was look Tony would quietly step out of sight, raise his eyes to the heavens and state. 

 " Hey, you Gods. I apologize. I really mean it. Now please impart me alone. " Unfortunately, it didn't work. Either that or things could have turned out a unharmed lot worse than they did and the Gods of Fate had interceded to stop the chaos from catch any worse. 

 Which was something he didn't even want to think about. 

 Then another voice interrupted the traffic circle jerk in progress. A face appeared at the door. 

 " Hey! Does anyone work here? We have all these cars in secondary sitting there like it's a use car lot with no salesman. " It was Elaine' Matchstick' Spinstergarden, relieve off the cable car lane by Neville Goodfellow and come schlepping back to secondary. A secondary full of cars referred for further inspection but mostly empty of officers to research them. " How about a little help out here? Secondary looks like a frickin' Wal - Mart parking lot at rush hour. " She wheeled and stomped back out the door. Tony Rivera's day continued to crumble, remind him of the sand palace he'd build as a little kid on the beach at San Diego when the tide came in and gradually wash it away. Life had never really been the like since after that. There was no permanence. There be always a goddamn wave coming to sleep together things up. To this very day he detested San Diego, including the Padres and particularly the Chargers, who he'd bet five hundred vaulting horse on to lose a plot that the insensitive bastards ending up gain. 

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 "Thfy'll get you." But no, smaru ass and headstrong teeiager tgat he wxs, even if seriously overweijht wven uken, he hadn't listenea. "Fuck Zels, Odin, Byddhe, Krishna, the Grxzt Spirlc and wll chx rest of their bullshit cod buddies," behne lne of his favorite teenaged epithees. If tnege were any goq or doddsss he'd not offended, it sure wasn't intentponal. And now he eas paying for it. When no lne aas looking Tony wluld quietli stqp out of sigft, raise hpv eyes to jhe heavens and say.

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Whybn was somethjng he dydn't even want to think about.

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"They'll get you." But no, smart ass teenager he was, if seriously overweight "Fuck Odin, Buddha, Krishna, Great Spirit and the rest of their bullshit god being one of his favorite teenaged epithets. If there were any god or he'd not offended, it sure wasn't intentional. And now he was paying for When one looking would quietly step out of sight, raise his eyes to the heavens and say. "Hey, you I apologize. I really mean it. Now please me alone." Unfortunately, it work. Either that or things have out a lot than did and the of Fate had interceded to stop the chaos from getting any worse. Which was something he didn't want to Then another interrupted circle in progress. A at the door. "Hey! Does anyone have all these cars in secondary sitting there it's a car lot with no salesmen." It Elaine 'Matchstick' Spinstergarden, relieved off the car lane Neville Goodfellow and come schlepping back to secondary. A secondary full of cars referred for but mostly empty of to search them. about little out Secondary looks a frickin' Wal-Mart parking lot at rush hour." She wheeled and back out the door. Tony Rivera's day continued to crumble, of sand castle he'd as a little kid the at San Diego when came and away. had really been the same after that. There was no There was always a things up. To this very day he detested Diego, including the Padres and especially the who he'd bet five hundred bucks on to lose a game that insensitive bastards winning. Christ! He thought. Another one. Elvis and Melissa, Lorenzo, Armen and behemoth of a smuggler cousin. And now the frickin' Spinstergarden who was the underfed borderline needing suspenders to up her gun was for as
 "They'll get you." But no, smart ass And headstrOng teEnaGer ThAt he Was, eVen if seriously OVerwEight even then, he hadn't liSteneD. "FUCk ZeUS, ODin, BuDdha, KriSHnA, THe GReAt spiRiT AnD all tHe rEst of thEir bullshiT goD bUddies," being oNE oF his favoriTe tEenaged epithEts. if therE wEre ANy god Or gOddesS he'd noT OffendEd, it sure wAsN'T intenTIonal. AnD NOw He waS paying for it. When nO OnE Was looking Tony Would qUiETlY STep Out Of sight, raiSe His eyES to the hEAvENS And SAy.

"Hey, you Gods. I Apologize. I rEAllY mean iT. NOw pLEase leAve me AlONe." UNfortunatelY, it dIdn't work. EIther tHAt or thiNGs could Have tuRneD ouT a whOLe LoT woRsE ThaN ThEy dID anD the Gods Of faTe had InteRCEDEd to StoP the Chaos From getting anY woRse.

WHIch Was soMethiNg he DiDn't evEn want To thiNk About.

Then anotheR voiCe interruPteD tHe cIrCle jeRK in proGreSs. A Face appEared at THe dOoR.

"hEY! DOes anyone work here? WE hAVE aLl these cArs in sECoNdARy sittinG tHerE likE IT's a usEd caR LoT with no sAlesmeN." it WaS Elaine 'maTchstiCk' spiNstErgarDEn, reLieved Off the caR lane BY Neville GoodfeLLow and come schLEpPINg BAck tO seCondary. A secOndaRY fulL of cARs RefERred fOr furThER iNSpection but mostly emPtY of offIcers To search them. "HOw about a liTTLE help out Here? sEcONdary looks like A fricKin' Wal-Mart PArking loT at ruSh hour." ShE wheeled aND Stomped bAck Out The DooR. tOnY Rivera's day coNTInueD tO crumblE, reMinding Him Of tHe sAnd CaStle he'd buIlt as a liTtLe KiD oN thE beacH At San DieGo WheN tHe tIde caME in and GraduAlly WaShED it Away. LifE HaD NEver ReAlLy beEn tHe Same sInce AFteR that. ThEre was no pErmANencE. THeRe was alWays a goddamn wAvE coming to fUcK thIngs up. tO This very Day he detested San Diego, inCLuding tHe PAdres And eSpecially The chargeRs, wHO he'd beT five hUndreD bUckS ON to loSE A gAme ThAt the insenSITivE bastArDs enDing up wInning.

Christ! He thouGHt. ANother one. ElviS anD PanCHO, MEliSSa, lOreNzO, armEN And his behemoth oF a smuggler CoUSiN. And now the FRicKiN' anorexIc SpinsTergaRDen broaD, who was on The underfEd BordERLinE of needing SuspendeRs to hold uP Her guN BeLt, and Was For surE aS muCh
 "They'll get you." But no , smart as s and  he ads tr ongteen ager that he w a s, e ven if seriously overw eight  e v en t h en , hehadn'tl is t e ned ."F uck  Z e us , Odi n,Buddha,  Krishna,the  G reat Spirita nd  all the r est  of their bu lls hit go dbud d ies,"  be ing o ne ofh is fav orite tee na g ed epi t hets. I f th erewere any god or g o dd e ss he'd not of fended ,i ts u rewas n't intent io nal.A nd nowh ew a s  pa y ing for it. W hen no onew aslookin gTon y  would  quie tl y  st ep out of s ight , raise h is eye s  to the heavens  and s ay. 

" Hey, yo uGod s. I a p ol ogi z e.I really  m ea n it.  Now p l e aselea ve m e alo ne." Unfortun ate ly,i t d idn't  work . Ei th er th at orthing scould have turn ed o ut a whol e l ot  wo rs e tha n  theydid  an d the G ods ofF ate  h a d in terceded to stop t he c ha os fromgettin g  a ny worse.
Wh ich  was s ometh ingh edidn't e ven wa n tto  thinkab out.
Th enano therv oice  inter rupted t he ci r cle jerk in pr o gress. A face ap p e ar e d at  th e door.

"H ey!D oesanyo n ewor k  here ? Weha v ea ll these cars in se co ndarysitti ng there like  it's a us e d car lotwith no salesmen." Itwas E laine 'Mat c hstick'Spins tergarde n, reliev e d  off the  ca r l ane  by N ev ille Goodfell o w  and  c ome sch lep ping ba cktosec ond ar y. A seco ndary fu ll  o fca rsrefer r ed for f ur the rins pecti o n butmostl y em pt yo f o fficers to s earc hth em."Ho wabout  a l i ttl e helpout here?  Se c onda ry  l ooks li ke a frickin'  W al-Mart pa rk ing  lot a t rush hou r." She wheeled and sto m ped bac k o ut th e do or. TonyRiv era'sday contin ued to  crum bl e,r e mindi n g  h imof  the sandc a stl e he' dbuil t as alittle kid on theb eac h at San Dieg o w hent h etid e  c a mein and g radually washed  it away.Li f ehad neverr eal ly  been t he same  sinc e  afterthat. The re was no  p erma n e nce . There wa s always  a goddam n  wave co mingtofuck t hi ngs  up.To thi s  ve ry da y he d et estedSan D ie go, incl uding the Padres and es pecial ly th e C hargers,who he' d bet fiv e hu ndred buck s o n t o los e a gamethat th e i n sensi tive bastardse nd ing u pwinning.

C h r i st!  He t hou g ht. An othe r one. Elvis andP ancho, Melissa , Lo r e nzo , A r menan d his behemoth  of  a s mugglerco usin. And n ow the f ri c kin'anorex ic Spi nsterga r d en broad,  who  wa s on theund er f ed bord er li n e of n eedi ng  suspe nderst o ho l d  up her gun belt , and w as fo r  su re as  m uch
 "They'll_get you."_But no, smart ass_and headstrong_teenager_that he_was,_even if seriously_overweight even then,_he hadn't listened. "Fuck_Zeus, Odin, Buddha,_Krishna,_the Great Spirit and all the rest of their bullshit god buddies," being one_of_his favorite_teenaged_epithets._If there were any god_or goddess he'd not offended,_it sure_wasn't intentional. And now he was paying for_it._When no one_was looking Tony would quietly step out of sight,_raise his eyes to the heavens_and say.

"Hey, you_Gods._I_apologize. I really mean_it. Now please leave me alone."_Unfortunately, it didn't work. Either that_or things could have turned out a_whole lot worse than they did_and the Gods of Fate_had interceded_to stop the chaos from_getting any worse.

Which_was something_he didn't even_want to think about.

Then another voice_interrupted the circle_jerk in progress. A face appeared_at_the door.

"Hey! Does_anyone_work_here? We_have all these_cars_in secondary_sitting_there like it's a used car_lot_with no salesmen." It was Elaine 'Matchstick'_Spinstergarden, relieved off the_car_lane by Neville Goodfellow_and come schlepping back to_secondary. A secondary full of cars_referred for_further inspection_but mostly empty of officers to search them. "How about a_little help out here? Secondary looks_like a frickin' Wal-Mart_parking lot_at_rush hour." She_wheeled_and stomped_back out the door. Tony Rivera's day_continued to_crumble, reminding him of the sand_castle he'd built as_a_little kid on the beach at_San Diego when the tide came_in and gradually washed it_away._Life_had never really been the_same since after that. There was_no permanence. There_was always a goddamn wave coming to_fuck_things up. To this very day_he_detested San Diego, including the Padres_and_especially_the Chargers, who he'd bet_five hundred bucks on to lose_a game that the insensitive bastards ending up winning.

Christ!_He thought. Another_one. Elvis and Pancho, Melissa,_Lorenzo,_Armen_and his behemoth of a smuggler cousin. And now the_frickin' anorexic_Spinstergarden broad, who_was on the underfed borderline of needing suspenders to hold_up her gun belt, and was for_sure as much