December 24th, 2003

tank girl

Chocolatey Goodness

Chocolatey GoodnessBrad Lennox was draped over a seat on the underground platform awaiting his train. It was a carefully arranged pose, practised and honed for optimum pulling power, but currently going to waste in the late night emptiness of the station.

In daylight hours, Brad had a job with a long and grand sounding title that entailed him travelling from branch to branch delivering PowerPoint presentations accompanied by much pretentious business speak. His only real fear was that sooner or later someone would ask him what he was actually talking about in these meetings and discover that he didn't have a clue either.

Being employed as a professional bullshit artist came with a sizeable salary. One that allowed him to dress in a horrible fusion of Armani skate punk, complete with $2000 hand-crafted stingray skin hightops. Another of the things that came with his ill-earned wealth was a certain arrogance and cruelty.

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