Waking Up Mugged
A short inspired by one of Salem's notes from The 40th. Day, where he compares waking up in the mall to being mugged with no memory of what occurred.
"What Salem! It's one A.M.!"
"Not here."
"Here?" Rios snapped sitting stiffly up in bed. "Here where, Salem?"
"Chicago?"
"Chicago! What the fuck'r you doing...I know Sam, so just stop yelling! I'm going downstairs, okay. Chicago?"
"Met some guys, got drunk, got mugged a little, I guess, and... well I woke up in a park in downtown Chicago."
"A little mugged, Salem? A little mugged; that's like being fucking halfway pregnant. Chicago! What do you want?"
"Can you come get me?"
"Get you! Fuck you! Fly back!"
"Tyse, I'm on a timer here bro, so please just listen... part of the little bit mugged is that all a my shit's gone, even my shoes. I can't do anything. I can't even pick up a ticket, or anything, no ID, nothing. You gotta come get me. It's freezing, and snowing, and I'm in board shorts Tyse. I..."
"You know what, Elliot..."
"What Tyse?"
"Stop trying to sound fucking innocent, Salem. Jesus Christ. Look, fine, where are you?"
"Homeless shelter on a street called Ninth, down town."
"I'll fly up, rent a car, and pick you up. But this is it, Salem! The last fucking time!"
"You said that after Manila."
"Seriously Salem, you're taunting me right now."
"No, just saying. Gotta go. I'll be on Ninth somewhere. Bye, Tyse!"
"Salem! Salem! God damn it Salem, don't you hang up on me! Salem!"