Adrian
"Your friend?" Minerva whispered, glancing at the lollipop next to me.
"Yes, that is so." He is my friend, a good friend. We promised to go to art college together, but because my sister forced me to major in law, we split up. We're still friends, just not as close as we used to be.
"What's the matter, Carl?" I asked, signalling the bartender to bring a pint for my best friend.
Carl's laughter was cut off, a sign that he was happy. “I heard you needed a job, well, I have some good news for you, friend.”
Looks like this is going to be long. Poor Minerva, with clothes like that, the wind would love to touch her body. “Minerva, can you wait in the car? It won't take long."
"Sure, why not." He stepped like a duck. The ass moves left and right as if inviting to be squeezed.
"Your boyfriend?" asked Carl, his eyes fixed on the lump."
“Well, just acquaintances. You like?"
"Yeah." He's excited. "Want to introduce me?"
I nodded. “Depends on what news you bring, mate.” Pushed the beer glass in front of him and took a sip of mine. "So, what news do you bring?"
Carl looked around, like a criminal making sure there weren't any cops around, then he decided to speak seriously in a low intonation. "I heard you need a job, I want to ask you to work."
I nodded, taking a sip of beer. "What kind of work."
"Easy job." His thumb and forefinger rubbed against each other. "A lot of money."
"If it involves guns, drugs, or stealing, I don't go."
"What?" He chuckled. "That's racist, man. Just because I'm black, you judge me low."
"I'm just kidding." Half serious. I don't want to work as a criminal. Fany wants me to be a grown man with a job, not a criminal. "So, what job do you mean?"
“My uncle, Johnson. He's a tattoo parlor entrepreneur. He has two branches in LA. Well, he opened a new branch in Santee Alley. I hope your tattooing skills haven't faded."
Well, his words intrigued me. "So you want me to be a guard, or a tattoo artist at your place?"
"Of course the tattoo artist, how?"
People say enjoy your work so you don't get bored. Tattooing for me is a gift, I love tattoos more than any other work of art. Now that he's asked me to become a tattoo artist and get paid, of course I won't refuse. It's just that I want to know a few things about this job.
If I work, I'm sure I'll lose a lot of time for fun. Salary must be in accordance with the time I will sacrifice. "So how does it work?"
“The way it works is you are quite silent, tattooing people if someone asks for it, receiving payment. Working hours from evening to night. On Sundays work from morning to night. A month you have two days off. A ten percent profit share every month, you earn ten percent of the gross profit of the store's total income. How?"
I still don't want to. “Is there anyone else besides me?”
“One Korean and one Spanish, they are willing to work part time. How, what do you want?” Carl gave his Uncle a business card. “Johnson, never harms anyone, only benefits clients, workers and the environment.”
I took a business card, flipped through it while speaking casually. “Ten percent of a thousand dollars, I only get a hundred dollars. You know, street tattoo artists earn over five hundred dollars."
“Thousand dollars out of ten thousand dollars. That's the minimum you will get, Ad. Come on, bro."
"Twenty percent," I said.
The sound of the horn made us turn around. Looks like Minerva can't wait to try to warm my mattress in the apartment. I got up took a business card, left from there.
"Adrien, how are you?"
"Let's see where he works first," I replied, getting into the car. Work matters, can be postponed. Tonight, Minerva will rock in my lap.
Fany I want to change Adrian inside and out. He must also be a religious man. This Sunday I forced her to take her to church. I dragged Adrian out of bed and into the bathroom. "Adrian, who is he?" asked a girl on the bed, covering herself with a blanket. Quite beautiful. I took a deep breath then answered while pointing at the door. "I'm Adrian's mother. Pack your things and get out of here!" Then I turned to Adrian. "You, hurry up and take a shower!" "Come on, I hate showers." "Enter the room, now!" I snapped, making Adrian rush into the bathroom. Lord, give me patient. While Adrian was taking a shower, the girl he had sex with put on Adrian's t-shirt and pants, then left the room without making a sound. Good, she's gone, so I don't have to say much. It sucks, that girl isn't as pretty as me, only her chest is .... whatever. I always planned to cut Adrian's genitals if in the morning I found a
Fany Adrian's eyes widened as if he saw Kong Kong climbing the tallest tower in LA. His voice rose and fell in disbelief. I wish this car could move faster to my house. "Meeting your mother?" Adrian chuckled. "You're kidding, right?" I hope so, but no. This is real. I don't want to argue about that Old Demon, no. I don't want to burden Adrian with something like this. Let him focus on his 'effort' to change. However, Adrian is not the name if he acts well when driving this junk car. He's chirping. I can't help but hear everything. "I thought he was dead. He's never visited you, has he? Then why did you visit him? He's a demon, right? You said yourself, in his eyes you just--" "Adrian, shut up," I replied. "Focus on driving or should I take a taxi to get there?" He drives the car in annoyance. Adrian puts on my favorite country music. Although i
Adrian This morning I took Fany to campus as usual. Fany pondered with an empty lament. He didn't even blink. I know what causes it, but I'm afraid to interfere. He didn't like discussing family matters the most, not even Alfred. I cleared my throat, then spoke breaking the silence. "Maybe later I'll come late to pick you up. Or better today you go home with your friends." "Why?" "I want to sign an employment contract," I replied, parking the car on the side of the road in front of the campus building. Fany's eyes rolled perfectly. "Are you planning on having a drink during the day? Where? With whom? Come on, I'll go in first." "Fan, if you wait it can be long. You go home alone if you can't wait, huh!" I hope he hears because I'm serious, going out with Carl today. Fanny didn't look up. It seems he doesn't believe that I want to change. Maybe
Adrian I shook his big stout hand, while introducing myself very politely. "Adrian Bened." I watched him. Branded clothes, luxury cars in front of the shop must have it. He also wore expensive black leather shoes. A gold necklace adorned his stocky neck. One that caught my attention, the tattoo that sticks out on the arm. It seems that besides being a businessman, he also likes to tattoo himself. Means he understands the art of tattoos. His voice was loud, but still friendly, with the accent of a respectable black man. “How is this shop? You like my tattoo?" I nodded as I looked around. I admit this place is heaven. "Yes, it's really good. The walls are painted light green, not too light or dark. The black marble floor, doesn't look too dirty even though it's rarely cleaned later, and the waiting room which is attached to the tattoo room, allows visitors to see firsthand how the tattoo artist works, it can be an
Fany After boring lectures, my friends and I gathered in the canteen to kill time. Several long tables stretch across the center of the room, while in each corner there is a buffet serving food. Of course we have to pay, and I like apple pie and yogurt and orange juice the best. This is a healthy food that does not make you fat. We sat commenting on the hot and handsome boys on campus, then ventured into the Korean pop culture chatter, before anyone grappled with something that made me hot. "Fany, this young man Adrian this morning, right?" asked a girl with glasses, while eating spaghetti. I nodded. "What's the matter with Adrian?" From the look on their unsmiling faces, it's definitely not something good. I keep my face as bright as possible so that they fail to read what's in my heart, which is like a choppy sea, curious. "You know Samantha?" asked Casandra, a classmate, a slim girl of America
Fany Melisa and her parents were standing in front of Alfred's apartment door. They seemed to know that Alfred was often in the apartment during his lunch break, just to rest. Not long waiting, Alfred opened the door. A man in a black suit, and a woman in an elegant fiery red suit, entered with Melisa. The old woman took her son's hand, who was busy fixing a strapless and sleeveless casual dress, into Alfred's apartment. "Come on young girl, let Dad solve your problem, don't act," said the woman. Oh my God, are they going to discuss the issue of engagement? My heart was hit by a big earthquake. What if Alfred was fired? I approached the door that was not closed tightly, hiding behind the wall, peeking a little so I could see what was happening and also hear the sound of their chatter which was fairly loud. "Your brother was so kind to take Melisa that night," said the old man, sitting on the armchair. "M
Adrian “This tattoo is good, but, something is missing.” Instantly Mr. John's words made me like a withered princess leaf touched by a human hand. He continued speaking in a heavy tone. "Your work is spectacular, but a good tattoo requires perfect thickness. You know the type of three-dimensional tattoo? The further away, the thinner the thickness of the paint applied and when you get closer, the thicker the paint. While the tattoo you made This is just a perfect two-dimensional tattoo ." I answered in order to protect my work. "But you didn't ask for a three-dimensional tattoo, did you?" He chuckled, answering emotionlessly. "Son, did you see my body?" Big and muscular plus layered with fat. I nodded. "Nice body." "Not that, but look at the tattoos all over my body. See? These are three-dimensional tattoos. I've never had two-dimensional tattoos. What do you think?" The tattoos on his bo
Adrian Her hair was wavy black, her body curves defiantly, with chest and waist aligned. Her black skin color makes her beautiful face become exotic and voluptuous. "What's wrong Aunt Elisa?" asked Carl, his voice making me stop looking at the nymph. Wait a minute. "Aunt?" I asked in response to Carl's words. He nodded. "Yes, that woman is my Aunt. Why?" "It's fine, but she's still so young, how can she be your Aunt?" investigate me. Carl chuckled annoyed, he turned to Elisa. "What's wrong ma'am?" Elisa has a soft, mature, motherly voice. Oh shit, why am I smiling to myself? He spoke, "The car in front of the flower shop was bothering the shoppers and now it's interfering with the delivery car. It's your friend's, isn't it? Could you please move it?" Damn it, Carl said it was free parking. Know this I park elsewhere. Poor girl. "Sorry Miss." I got up and rushed off with Elisa to t