do you know what a zick is?
of course i know what a zick is.
what is it?
i don’t have to tell you.
you don’t know what a zick is.
who are you to tell me i don’t know what a zick is.
you don’t know anything, that is why you don’t know what a zick is.
the two prisoners had been arguing all morning, and the guard, sitting outside their cell, was growing weary of it.
the guard was trying to read his graphic novel, which he thought he might find enthralling if he could keep his attention on it but the two prisoners’ constant bickering was wearing him down.
the situation had occurred before and the guard had complained to the captain, but had received scant sympathy if not outright scorn.
you don’t like it, quit and get yourself a real job, had been the captain’s curt response.
the guard’s name was pete brady.
he was a regular guy, and was not a bad guy in his own estimation , but he had trouble finding and keeping employment.
having this job as a guard in this medium security facility, was as good as it had ever gotten for him.
pete brady had been born under a bad sign, in a little shack on the outskirts of town, or so he had been told,
he did not really know much of anything, and had had a slipshod upbringing and education and was acutely conscious of the fact,
this did not prevent him from constantly daydreaming of becoming rich and famous ,in fact since he had first become aware of fame and wealth at about the age if nine, 52 percent of his waking hours had been sent thinking of these things and reading about them and watching movies and videos about them.
sometimes some of his fellow humans became aware of his sad obsession and a few of them mocked him mercilessly for it.
he resented the captain whose name was osgood park.
osgood park came from a long line of security personnel and was proud of his heritage and had no expressed desire to rise above it.
this did not necessarily mean he did nor have secret dreams, perhaps not that much different from pete brady's.
pete brady’s head hurt.
what was a zick anyway?
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