Computandus sum, at el gato del cafe

In case nobody got the title, that's OK, because neither do I. Just Read It.

Chapter 1
"Are we going to hell, MJ?" Rufus looked pensively at the clock and then back at his partner. From across the small, shabby hotel room, a sharp-featured woman looked up from a rumpled New York Post bearing the byline, Zoo's Goose Cooked.
"I couldn't give a toss. But you..." here she paused to take a drag from the B&H smoldering in her hand. "...you believe whatever blows your skirt up."
"Well no need to get all miffed. I just wonder why Ben won't pick up his phone, that's all." His hands, which no longer had fingernails, stopped fidgeting long enough to reach for a cell phone lying on the bed closest to MJ.
"Get a fucking grip, will ya?" MJ snarl-croaked, swatting his hand away while still balancing the paper and cigarette gracefully with her other one. "I've been around that bastard for years, and hardly know him to piss out on me. You just need something to do..." at this she paused, looked up at him mischeviously.
"MJ, I dont know if..." Rufus looked threatened.
"And stop that pacing, you're giving me a headache! Go get us some bloody chow, and don't try anything smart like that lunkhead." MJ nodded without looking up to the bulky black-swathed item lying between the two twin beds.
Rufus, evidently sobered by this, stopped fidgeting and looked again at the clock.
"Well," he said, "I guess there was that Koo Koo Roo out in front..."
"Rufus, darling, I should have told you a lobotomy was a prerequisite for this job. If you walk through that lobby, not only will every bobby in the state be on you, but so will I, and I'm worse, trust me." MJ stood up quickly and strode into the bathroom with a flourish, while Rufus looked further subdued.
"Now I'm going to have a shit, and when I come out, I want you already back. With FOOD! OR ELSE!" came MJ's voice from the bathroom, followed by the splintering slam of the door.

I felt the need to...

...secure my very own little portal on the web on blogger with kamoore in the name. Why, you ask? Because ya never know when I might get all wordy and bust some bloggage; and we can't have such quality writing on a URL like fds.fjfhdjjsa.com/fdfdfddf/122121/4343/kamoore.htm or some shit.
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