Businesswoman Chapter 312

Common Man sat down to write.

“What are you doing? We’re supposed to be rehearsing for the demo,” asked Socialisa, her back arching over the couch accentuating her breasts under her shirt.

“Keep your shirt on. I’ve gotta start this.”

“You’ve been trying to start that thing for the past fifteen years. We were kids when you ‘started’ it.”

“Yeah, well, now I’m going to commit to it.”

Socialista sat back against the couch and folded her arms. Common Man just kept typing away. He struggled to gain enough vigor, however. The verve he desired came in the form of a line of cocaine. His little pep prompted Socialista to seek to do a bump herself.

“No! I need this! This is mine!” Common Man shouted at her.

“Oh, what you’re writing reflects your behavior right now. I’m sure of it.”

“Just leave me be!” Common Man thundered. Socialista left the room. The words flowed easier from his seat. The possibility that everyone will be holding this particular work would be a boon to Common Man’s cause. He didn’t include Socialista or Fascinder as contributors although they had written up sections of the book.

In time, he had written twenty pages. He took time to ensure the spelling and grammar matched up with his own rubric. His expression of all that ails the world had been bubbling in his brain. To look forward to a day where he could proclaim his thoughts enlivened him.

He pictured himself with a huge red flag with a golden hammer and sickle in the corner. He envisioned planting the flag on the crumbling dollar sign and the wind sweeping through in gusts of triumph.

It was the coke that made him hallucinate like this. He snorted even more and then chased it with heroin.