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Life With Lucky

Life With Lucky

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Published by Zoe Hansen
True life story about two drug users living on the Lower East Side of NYC. One goes out to buy drugs & ends up robbing a bank in a bungling heist. He returns to his girlfriend & the story begins when he tells the rather unbelievable tale of his morning robbing a local bank....
This story is the dialogue between two lovable addicts.
True life story about two drug users living on the Lower East Side of NYC. One goes out to buy drugs & ends up robbing a bank in a bungling heist. He returns to his girlfriend & the story begins when he tells the rather unbelievable tale of his morning robbing a local bank....
This story is the dialogue between two lovable addicts.

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Published by: Zoe Hansen on Jan 12, 2012
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Life with LuckybyL.Z. Hansen"Zoe… Zoe…"I hear a scared muffled whisper from the other side of the door to our apartment. I was counting change at the kitchen table and had stacks of dimes, quarters,nickels and pennies in neat rows. The sound of Tommy’s voice made me jump, spilling the coins over."Who is it?" I playfully teased."It’s me!" he said.‘Me,’ was my boyfriend, and partner in crime, Tommy. We’d been together six months, but it seemed like forever.Tommy was a cool looking rock dude with straight straggly black hair, pale neverseen sunlight skin, and the skinniest legs imaginable. We borrowed each other’sclothing, read the same books, listened to the same music, ate the same food; weeven looked alike. We shared everything, in our perfect little Lower East Sidehaven.I opened the front door as Tommy raced past me, over to our single window that looked over Orchard Street, where he quickly pulled the blind down."Baby what’s wrong? I asked, concerned. Tommy looked scared. His ghostly pallor was shinny from perspiration, his usually pinned eyes big as saucers.He lit a Newport cigarette and sat down on the edge of the couch catching hisbreath, and looked up at me."Babe.. what the hell..?" I was becoming increasingly nervous."I had a close call." He said."You were meant to go and get our wake up hit. I don’t understand, whenever you go out on your own you always, and I mean always, seem to come back with some story. I mean babe, how hard is it to cop? I never seem to have these stories when I go out to get our dope. I swear to god Tommy, its beginning to get ridiculous.""I ran into a snag…." Oh, a snag. That could mean anything. My blood pressure now rising, I took the cigarette from his mouth and dragged heavily on the wet filter."I wanted to get a bundle..""A bundle, ten bags? but you only had twenty bucks.""I wanted to surprise you." Those green eyes, that straggly hair, how could I resist his lies?"I was up around Twenty Third Street…""Twenty Third Street? What the hell were you doing up there? That makes no sensewhen all you had to do was go two blocks away…""Well, you know that Chase bank, the one that wouldn’t cash that bogus check I got a hold of last week..?"Yes..." Oh no, this day was rapidly going down hill."I had an idea, baby…" Tommy said. Oh no… not an idea…"But Tommy… babe… you promised you wouldn’t have those ideas of yours without me, to help you…""But they pissed me off." He whined, sounding like a ten year old."What, today, or last week?""Last week, remember… I got that check from Jojo, the one he robbed from his landlord. It was only for like, fifty bucks. Those bastards at the bank wanted ID and all this shit, and it obviously didn’t have my name on it, and I couldn’t give them my ID… I mean what’s it to them if I cash some shitty check? Its not like that teller is losing her money, is it? In fact it would probably be good karma for her, had she cashed the check for me. She was so friggin’ rude babe, and she gave me that nasty bitchy look like I was some scum bag or something. I ain’t no scum bag, baby. So I couldn’t get it outa my head that she had dissed me, so.. I thought I’d go and, I dunno… you know…" He said."I’m trying to, but you’re not telling me what happened." I said.He went over to the window, pulled back the blind and peaked out, like a fugiti
 
ve on the run."What the fuck Tommy?""Ok… Ok I went into the bank, I said to myself, ‘Tommy-boy, go ahead teach them mutha fucks a lesson, let them know they can’t treat a person like some sort of scum bag…you know… I was thinking about what you said before, not to let people push me around… you know that self reserve or whatever…" I rolled my eyes."Self respect, Tommy. Respect.""Babe, all you had to do was cop two bags…You had twenty bucks, I gave you the money." I was already feeling sick, and even sicker now."Do you wanna hear what happened…?""I’m waiting…""So, I had this plan, right. I needed to write a note, and I didn’t have any paper. So I dug around in my pocket and I find this receipt from earlier, you know, from the Gem Spa on Saint Marks, I bought breakfast…you know how I love snowballs and coffee. I like to peal off the marshmallow around the little chocolate cake inside…""Tommy babe, please… the story…""Sorry, so I borrow a pen from some old man doing the crossword sitting…’"Babe how long is this gonna take…""So, I wrote on the back of the Gem Spa receipt-‘Listen here… this is serious, I mean it and no one will get hurt. Give me all the money in your draw now or I’m gonna blow this fucking bank up! See I mean it!!! I got a bomb in my back pack, the one I’m holding.’I stared at him. He looked back at me. Was this a joke? And who keeps receipts?"I had my back pack, you know the one with the cool skulls on the frontpatch, the one I’ve had forever.""Yes, yes, I know the one…""So, I walk up to the teller, give her the note, and I wait. I’m like watching herbabe. Then all of a sudden I need to piss, like I’m gonna burst. She looks at mereal hard like she’s trying to see who I am. But I got my shades on babe, ha! Shejust starts putting these stacks of hundreds into the tray. I’m like whoo hoo! Yeah baby, this is my calling babe, its like what I was meant to be doing. This islike the easiest load of doe I’ve ever made."He looked so proud of himself recalling stealing all that money.I looked in disbelief. Had he gone mad? I squinted my eyes looking closely at him to see if he was having some sort of …brain problem or stroke, or something thatcould make you lose your mind completely. Maybe everything had all become toomuch for him, like our erratic lifestyle, the drugs, and he’d really gone nuts. Oh, poor Tommy. He looked so young and frail sitting on the edge of the couch. Maybe there was some insanity in his family background."Baby I did it for you." Tommy said sweetly, squeezing my hand. He stood up walked over to the window, and peeked out again. I put my head in my hands. Oh god!"So I’m feeling good. This is my calling baby, I’m a bank robber, like Dillinger, baby, I’m like… Bonnie & Clyde….well Clyde, you know not the Bonnie part. I’m like Al Pacino. Cool Hand Luke…Like…like… well, a bank robber… This is easy as… like… well its easy.""Wait, Al Pacino?" I said."Yeah…Pacino…the great one!" Tommy stood in the middle of the room shooting at the wall with an invisible machine gun. Brrrrrrgggh! Brrrrrrrrrgggh!"Babe, he was an actor.""Oh yeah, well, I know, but he was so real in that movie. What was it…? you know the tranny…um.. not Scarface…I love Pacino, De Niro.. all those guys… that was me babe,I felt like….""Dog Day Afternoon." I interrupted."Yeah that’s it!""I’m trying to act all normal like, so no one gets suspicious. Now, baby don’t get mad…I’m standing at the counter, and there’s all these people lining up behind me. So I’mtrying to look natural, like I’m just a regular schlump at the bank. So, I’m lookin
 
g through papers in my back pack. ‘Cause I seen people do that while they are waiting in line. You know, I’m looking busy, like I got business to take care of. I got our electric bill and our rent bill, and I’m flicking through these papers andmail I got in the backpack, the one …""Yes, the one with the skulls…""Then the woman starts piling up stacks of money, like hundreds. She looks a bitscared, so I told her not to worry, nothing bad is going to happen to her. Youknow I said it in a really caring way… I didn’t want her to think I was some lowlifescumbag, you know baby, and she even smiled at me...Then I can barely get the money outa the slot. I’m getting nervous, I put the mail I was going through, down,and I’m now stuffing the money into my back pack. I really need to use the shitter. My gut is rolling over. I’m like…‘God let me get this one, give me this one fair and square, and I’ll go straight after. Or I’ll get on a methadone program, maybe, well next week…’"I grab the money, piles of it. You know, I think the teller giving me the moneyliked me, she’s givin’ me the eye… but don’t get jealous baby, she ain’t my type."Oh lord…! I’m looking at Tommy’s eyes full of brief life and excitement."Tommy are you telling me that you’re flirting with the woman you’re robbing? Is that what you’re telling me?" I said jumping up, pacing our small cramped room."What does ‘giving the eye’ even mean, grandpa?" I said snickering."By the way I’m not jealous, and don’t be an ass, asshole." I said."… Anyhoo, will you listen? I put my sunglasses on, you know, disguise…and race out the bank."He pauses."I tear down Sixth Avenue. The sun is blasting in my face. I can’t see where I’m going and I knock into a few people, who get pissed and yell at me, which freaks meout as I’m trying to be in-con-pictuous…in consectuious…""Inconspicuous, maybe?""Whatever… I’m racing, like flying. I’ve never run so fast, in and outa people. I’m zooming, left right, right left, zig zaggin’ you know… I reach Fourteenth Street. My head is all over the place. Baby, then the walls come closin’ in. I start getting paranoid, like everyone is staring at me, and everyone knows I’ve just knocked off this bank. I start to freak out. I run into some Salvation Army building…you know the one… that big place in the middle of Fourteenth Street… I thought I’d hide out fora little while. I thought maybe they’d take pity on me at the Salvation Army. I mean, they are supposed to take care of people in trouble right?…Isn’t that what theydo there?"I just stared at him… What?"I’m running through the halls. That’s some big ass building babe, really big. Doors, closets, and winding stairs. I wanted to get lost. I thought maybe if I got lost, somehow this whole mess would get lost too…"I looked at my Tommy, skinny legs, hair wet from perspiration. How could I not love him? He’d tried to surprise me. How loving. What a sweet caring boyfriend I have. I must be one of the luckiest girls out there to have a guy who’d knock off aChase bank on a Tuesday morning, just to make our wake up hit that little bit better. I smiled and sat down as Tommy continued in his dramatic detail."Babe, I find the men’s room. I sit in a stall for a few minutes to collect myself, you know. I finally take that piss. The paranoia is killing me, baby. I’m wishing I hadn’t done the whole thing at that point. I’m thinking about bad karma, and howour karma has been so good lately. You know the two of us have like the best karma ever, right babe?"I nod and smile. "Yes we do"."I think everyone is staring at me… they all know I just turned this bank over. I’mscared… I was scared…" I see the fear in his eyes."I gotta get home, gotta keep going. So I run back out onto the street. I see abus pull up right in front of me. Like a sign baby! an effin’ sign! This is it, I’msafe! I’ll ride the downtown bus home, down Sixth Avenue. I jump on. Then I suddenly realize I got no change… but I got a bunch of cash." He winks. "I pull out a h

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