Johnny Walker :: Johnny Walker Short Story Essays

Johnny WalkerSera walked into raft K on fifth st. without noticing it had not been remodeled since 1986, and that someone from another, more financially kept city might actually find the convenience keep to be disgusting, the dirt being so thick on the windows that you could completely see blurry faces on the inside. Inside she motto five concourse in the store and believed that all of them were staring at her, looking through and through her like they knew more about herself than she did. The clerk, she mind, had even looked up from her monotonous duties at the cash register to glance her wrinkled leathery face in Seras direction. An ugly jerk off in the beer section r apieceed into the cooler with a cauterize black hand as Sera walked through the candy aisle to fragmentise up a case of Budweiser. Ah yes, xl ounces to freedom. The black skinned bum grabbed a forty of old English malt liquor charm he turned a decrepit smile toward Sera. She smiled back sheepishly without k nowing why and took the Budweiser out of the fridge that Liza had sent for her to get. She thought of Liza as she stood in line behind the old bum. Her face, an delusion in her mind, made out of the back of the bums scraggily black afro. When she walked out the doorstep the bum stood outside with his paper bagged forty in his hand. Need every help with that tonight? He grinned with a yellow and half tooth broad(a) mouth. I tend to get pretty thirsty. He held up his forty as if to clarify his thought to Sera. Sera looked at the black man and saw how gross he looked, and then thought why not require someone back to the apartment for Liza to fuck with. Sure. Im walking. Its just a couple of blocks down in the Kohler building. Her voice was firm but overly curious. Lets doer little woman. Sera rolled her eyes, turned around, and started walking. * * *When they passed the third floor on the way up to the Landladys apartment Sera had glanced down the hall and seen that Luthers door r edact wide open, and that some of his books had spilled out into the hallway toppled on top of each other. On the fourth floor, Lizas door lay open and Sera could hear her backwash clothes while talking to Luther.