rion (preview to a new book..not really)

rion (preview to a new book..not really)

A Story by alan khan
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my name is ryan. i'm a auto mechanic who decided one day i wanted to follow around on my customers. little did i know my acting out a christopher nolan screenplay would lead to my sudden death.

mrs. knats had showed up five minutes early, ready to pick up her audi. She drives with a heavy foot and this is the reason i needed to replace her head gasket. "Thank you so much ryan." She sat down in her seat and took her time readying the car for driving. She gunned out of my garage. I quickly changed out my work clothes and slipped into something common to blend in with a crowd if needed. I dropped myself into the drivers seat of my ford truck and chased after her.


ending up at a hair salon, she sat there for two hours and twenty seven minutes doing...something.

when she reached home i noticed her husband leaving as she walked in, without so much as a kiss, a hug, a notice of her existence. With hi hurry i could tell he was on his way to an affair, so i decided to follow him instead.

he ended up not to a motel, or house, or hotel, or office. But a shady alley, "This is an odd place to engage in sex on the side." But this wasn't that. I've now reason to believe this man is in no way concerned with sex. This man gets his rocks off by the scent, and accumulation of cash, green, moofuckinglah. And the first time i saw what i saw, that was when i decided, "I'm going to get a few friends to gether and rob this man."

The man was invested in the selling of heroine. Invested meaning his b***h a*s did nothing to handle the drugs, or anything of that sort. His crisp clean hands only handled the money. i thought perfect, this soft son of a b***h will make me rich.

© 2010 alan khan


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You have create a interesting new story. I have met men who control cities drug markets. Rarely ever get touched by the law. Live in big houses. Hard to know who they are. I lost two brothers to them. The drug runners are the fools who make them rich and die for these men. I like your story. You brought me in with a good twist and make it better. A very strong beginning.
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