Duck Duck Wally
A Novel
chizapter 7
"Tuck your shirt in, Mosco. You look like a schlub." Two hours later Jerry and I were waiting for the elevator on our way up to meet the folks at Bionic Books, a small publishing company out of Santa Monica.
"It's not like I had time to go home and change into something nice, Jerry."
He tilted his head downward and peered at me over his silver-framed sunglasses, one eyebrow raised in doubt. "Wally, my boy, no offense, but you don't really have anything nice."
"That's not true, Jerry...Yeah. Yeah. I guess it is kinda true." Like he was one to talk. Jerry looked like a used car salesman from the Valley, but I didn't say anything. I needed him to be in his best form. "This is crazy, Jerry. I can't believe we're here!"
"Let's not start suckin' each other's dicks quite yet," Jerry responded.
"Ha ha. Reservoir Dogs. Right?"
"What?"
"Reservoir Dogs." He looked at me like I was speaking Portuguese. "That line you just said is from the movie Reservoir Dogs. Right? Or was it Pulp Fiction?"
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