blog post #4 What a Deal

Leroy woke up on the sofa. The T.V. was on and half his pork rinds were on his chest with the bag- the others on the floor. He blindly reached for the remote on the table and knocked over his empty beer cans from the night before. Cullen came in after hearing all the racket from the cans. "Well, 'mornin sleepin beauty! Couldn't even make it to the bed last night could ya... don't blame ya much. That match sure wasa good one. I was watchin it myself!" Cullen said of the WWF wresling match that was on the night before.
"Nah, Cullen. It was just the concert. Wore me out. Man, sure was a thrill though. I think the crowd liked me just fine! They just, ya know need some more of Leroy before they can really get wild. They dont know all the words yet. They will. They will." Leroy said. "You know what, Ima go look for a paper and eat me some REAL breakfast at the diner. Wanna come Cul?"
"Nah, I've got things to do. You go right on. But hey... bring me back some grits and a biscuit, hear?"
Leroy stood up from the couch and brushed off his pork rinds. He ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his hand over his face before he put on his hat. He walked out the door and headed down the empty elevator out the front door of Washington Heights. He looked to the left and to the right down the street in search of a paper machine as he reached in his pocket for a quarter. He was looking for one like they had by the corner store in Paintlick. There wasn't one in sight. He looked ahead and saw a measley guy with a can and a stack of papers accross the street. He walked over to the guy and asked him what they need machines for when they've got great guys like him sellin papers. "An its for a NICKEL, not a quarter!" Leroy exclaimed as he dropped him a nickel into the can. The guy just glared back at Leroy. "What a deal, thank ya sir!" Leroy tipped his hat and walked in the street with his nose in the paper. He was well on his way to a hearty breakfast to get him ready for his show that night. He was ready to just sit back and read his 5 cent paper, either. He couldn't wait to see what was going on in Paintlick. Too bad Paintlick isn't often mentioned in the papers there.