Volatile Chemicals

“Drive, Primo. I’ll explain later.”


We were sitting in a booth at an all-night McDonald’s. I was facing a cup of coffee, Primo a Big Mac, fries, and chocolate shake.

“How can you eat that stuff after what we’ve been through?” I said.

“Eat is what I do when I’m confuzzled, Joey. It’s the only way to fix my gut. Someone’s gotta call Mario and explain what happened.” He took a huge bite out of his burger and chewed away.

“I’m the newbie. You’re the senior guy. It’s your job.”

“Out here I’m senior because I been working for Mario longer. You outrank me at Bunga West.”

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