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Bonnie, Clyde and the Post Office.
Arnold was either drunk or recovering from being drunk. His blood status would be deemed; intoxicated, constantly.
And what comes with being a drunk is the idea that you're a lovable drunk, which is almost always not the case.
The idea of pissing yourself at a friend of a friend's birthday party is understandably unacceptable, especially at 11 o' clock in the morning at a Gocart track. But Arnold would consider this falling within the realms of a lovable drunks remit.
" Come on, I may of had a few too many."
" We had to have the Gocart cleaned and you went home in a bin liner you fucking idiot."
Any normal person would take this constructive criticism on board and try their utmost to never do that again. But Arnold takes this advice and stores it away in his deepest part of his brain, in a box marked old Vhs tapes. Under that box is a box marked childhood trauma. Arnold has done a tremendous job of camouflaging and sealing these boxes away. And periodically Arnold douses them in alcohol in the hope that they fade away, they don't. They're strong but they do leak.
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Yatin Patel swallows hard as he looks down the barrel of a gun. It wasn't a real gun it was the outstretched fingers of a 23 year old girl called Chloe.
"Give me the money now. The cops are gonna be here any second." Demands Chloe.
She quickly brandishes her fingers at another man in the cue. He is very confused by this.
Yatin shoots him a reassuring look and hands Chloe her change. She grabs it and throws it in a pillow case she had brought to this so-called heist. Grabbing the Hubba bubba she has legally purchased, slash stolen in her mind. She then backs out of the shop being sure to point her fingers at every confused customer in the shop. She then runs as fast she can back to her flat. Which is situated directly above newsagents she has technically robbed.
" She has tied me up in the past." Said Yatin smiling.
" How long has she been doing this?" Inquired the bemused customer.
" Since she was about eleven."
" Wow all that time?"
" Ye her mum says it's best just to play along otherwise she err…" Yatin stops himself so not to veer off from polite conversation. "... well it's just best we play along. It's quite funny sometimes when she brings both guns." Yatin points both of his fingers in the air and makes gun noises.
" I hope you tripped the silent alarm." Said the bemused customer with a smile.
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Chloe made a click clacking noise with her mouth as she mimed dismantling her Walther Ppk.
" You said this wouldn't happen again Chloe. You said the last time was the last time." Her mother said in her most dramatic distress. Chloe sensed her patronizing tone, she always sensed her patronizing tone.
She slid her imaginary Ppk under her bed in an old box that was for Christmas bath salts. She then stood up and walked towards her bedroom door not forgetting to give mother the two fingers before slamming the door closed.
Since her father left her Mother, Chloe has had to live with her Mother's bitterness. And although she loves her Mother she would like nothing more than to put her imaginary PPK against her temple and pull the trigger.
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"Chloe I've signed you up to a dating agency. You've got a date Friday."
Chloe was bewildered at her Mother's proposal; or revelation more accurately speaking. There was a sly look twitching away on her Mother's face as she dragged...
And what comes with being a drunk is the idea that you're a lovable drunk, which is almost always not the case.
The idea of pissing yourself at a friend of a friend's birthday party is understandably unacceptable, especially at 11 o' clock in the morning at a Gocart track. But Arnold would consider this falling within the realms of a lovable drunks remit.
" Come on, I may of had a few too many."
" We had to have the Gocart cleaned and you went home in a bin liner you fucking idiot."
Any normal person would take this constructive criticism on board and try their utmost to never do that again. But Arnold takes this advice and stores it away in his deepest part of his brain, in a box marked old Vhs tapes. Under that box is a box marked childhood trauma. Arnold has done a tremendous job of camouflaging and sealing these boxes away. And periodically Arnold douses them in alcohol in the hope that they fade away, they don't. They're strong but they do leak.
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Yatin Patel swallows hard as he looks down the barrel of a gun. It wasn't a real gun it was the outstretched fingers of a 23 year old girl called Chloe.
"Give me the money now. The cops are gonna be here any second." Demands Chloe.
She quickly brandishes her fingers at another man in the cue. He is very confused by this.
Yatin shoots him a reassuring look and hands Chloe her change. She grabs it and throws it in a pillow case she had brought to this so-called heist. Grabbing the Hubba bubba she has legally purchased, slash stolen in her mind. She then backs out of the shop being sure to point her fingers at every confused customer in the shop. She then runs as fast she can back to her flat. Which is situated directly above newsagents she has technically robbed.
" She has tied me up in the past." Said Yatin smiling.
" How long has she been doing this?" Inquired the bemused customer.
" Since she was about eleven."
" Wow all that time?"
" Ye her mum says it's best just to play along otherwise she err…" Yatin stops himself so not to veer off from polite conversation. "... well it's just best we play along. It's quite funny sometimes when she brings both guns." Yatin points both of his fingers in the air and makes gun noises.
" I hope you tripped the silent alarm." Said the bemused customer with a smile.
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Chloe made a click clacking noise with her mouth as she mimed dismantling her Walther Ppk.
" You said this wouldn't happen again Chloe. You said the last time was the last time." Her mother said in her most dramatic distress. Chloe sensed her patronizing tone, she always sensed her patronizing tone.
She slid her imaginary Ppk under her bed in an old box that was for Christmas bath salts. She then stood up and walked towards her bedroom door not forgetting to give mother the two fingers before slamming the door closed.
Since her father left her Mother, Chloe has had to live with her Mother's bitterness. And although she loves her Mother she would like nothing more than to put her imaginary PPK against her temple and pull the trigger.
-----
"Chloe I've signed you up to a dating agency. You've got a date Friday."
Chloe was bewildered at her Mother's proposal; or revelation more accurately speaking. There was a sly look twitching away on her Mother's face as she dragged...
