Max and I had to move on.
In the real world, Amber smiled at me.
I had lost ten kilograms over the last month.
'White trash.'
So that's what she thinks of me.
Wait till I lose another ten kilograms.
'Trier.'
Max is always there when I need support.
'Flash her some greenbacks and she'll be whistling Dixie while sucking you off with her botox lips.'
I looked at Max as a mentor.
He used to train friendly nations in the fine art of deception.
'I was the fucking best at it.'
I bet he was, 'the best fucking karaoke singer.'
Max smiled.
'Hilton, in Manila, never left that place the five days I was there with the CIA.'
I had heard about that.
They still speak fondly of you, I said.
'They fucking better because the tips I gave the singers significantly contributed to their retirement fund.'
