An unspecific chain of events led Slavko into one of the stalls in the men’s restroom of a random four star restaurant.
He left his motherly home in Tajikistan to come to the United States of America to live a glorious life as a screenwriter in the city of Los Angeles.
“They make it look so glamorous in the movie films.“ Slavko said while he tries to push the capsules filled with weasel dust out of his bodily backdoor.
“Maybe I should make a movie that shows what being a coke mule is really like?” Slavko asks the restroom attendant
that was impatiently pacing back and forth in front of his stall.
“Are you done yet?” The attendant asks while biting his fingernails which isn’t the best idea if you clean toilets for a living.
Slavko’s body was making odd noises and was each time followed by a splashing sound from a capsule falling into the toilet bowl,
“There’s a lot more to being a coke mule than you’d think, it’s not childish play you know.” Slavko explained while he tried not to look down to his feet that were in a puddle a mixture of rust, water and things he didn’t want to know about.
Fourteen splashing sounds later and Slavko was done making his delivery.
“I write a big Hollywood movie about it, I add some explosions and a car chase and boom! Slavko becomes rich.” Slavko said as he stepped out of the stall still trying to buckle his pants.
The attendant rolled up his sleeves, and went in to pick up the delivery, “That’s just stupid.”
Slavko pulled some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall,
“Sometimes truth is.”
He left his motherly home in Tajikistan to come to the United States of America to live a glorious life as a screenwriter in the city of Los Angeles.
“They make it look so glamorous in the movie films.“ Slavko said while he tries to push the capsules filled with weasel dust out of his bodily backdoor.
“Maybe I should make a movie that shows what being a coke mule is really like?” Slavko asks the restroom attendant
that was impatiently pacing back and forth in front of his stall.
“Are you done yet?” The attendant asks while biting his fingernails which isn’t the best idea if you clean toilets for a living.
Slavko’s body was making odd noises and was each time followed by a splashing sound from a capsule falling into the toilet bowl,
“There’s a lot more to being a coke mule than you’d think, it’s not childish play you know.” Slavko explained while he tried not to look down to his feet that were in a puddle a mixture of rust, water and things he didn’t want to know about.
Fourteen splashing sounds later and Slavko was done making his delivery.
“I write a big Hollywood movie about it, I add some explosions and a car chase and boom! Slavko becomes rich.” Slavko said as he stepped out of the stall still trying to buckle his pants.
The attendant rolled up his sleeves, and went in to pick up the delivery, “That’s just stupid.”
Slavko pulled some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall,
“Sometimes truth is.”
