Last cigarette + story

Pencil + PS CS4

There's a story behind the pic. Sorry for the mistakes if there're any, English is not my mother tongue. I'd appreciate it if u'd help me to correct them

[текст на русском]

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13:05 Marrrk:
…at 8 a.m.! But maybe it’s not so bad after all

He closed the pop-up, took a sip of hot coffee and smiled contentedly. Of course it’s not that bad – it’s bullshit. What really mattered was his broken boiler (again!) and missing 1500 to have it mended.

“Hey, Kid!” – the Dispatcher with his shiny bold head and huge crooked nose peered into the room. “Enjoyin’ yourself, aren’t ya? There’re two urgent deliveries. Gonna be the Ponds and Chemicals plant, so take a shocker with ya”, - he smirked.

He never understood why the Dispatcher hated him that much. He didn’t feel like leaving the warm office for the squelching slush in the streets neither like going to those godforsaken holes. Clients were sickening there and didn’t pay much, not to mention the nasty creatures from the sewer. It seemed like the Dispatcher took those orders just to piss him off. He could bet 500 that orders from the Center or even West Park would be enough, but it was always the worst fucking gutters “especially for ya, Kid”.

“Let me finish my coffee”, - he muttered.
“Hurry up, you’d better not make people wait”.

13:07 Marrrk:
it’s so hot here my brains are melting
13:07 Marrrk:
I miss our rains
13:08 Marrrk:
& miss u

He grimaced and took another sip from his cup. Sweet instant shit. Yummy.

13:08 Marrrk:
vacation in 5 months. Must be a couple of days
13:09 Marrrk:
we’ll see each other, won’t we?
13:09 Marrrk:
I’ll bring you a souvenir )) smth sunny
13:09 Marrrk:
or local sweets

13:10 st_syndrome:
Mark, I’ve got to go. Wok & stuff.

The cup was already empty but he couldn’t make himself get up. The weather was crap. Screw the Dispatcher, the old prick.

13:11 Marrrk:
still angry?
13:11 Marrrk:
I’m sorry
13:11 Marrrk:
really
13:11 Marrrk:
I’m so sorry it all turned out this way
13:12 Marrrk:
but it will end someday
13:12 Marrrk:
and I…

He didn’t read to the end. He closed the window hastily, took his coat and went out into the wet alley. Wind, slush, trash, Ponds and Plant, just awesome. Fuck this life. But as much as he hated all that shit, the job at least was paid for. And it didn’t involve any assignments to the fucking southern plantations.
He reached the road and headed to the bus stop.
It’s a shame that he smoked the last cigarette from the pack that Mark had forgotten nine days ago. He needed a smoke badly.

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