The Unnoticeables

by Robert Brockway

“This might be the best day of my life,” Carey said. “I get to be in a bitchin’ motorcycle chase while a beautiful girl repeatedly sticks her ass in my face.” I sat down, just now realizing where my rear end was positioned whenever I stood on the pegs.

We followed Gus’s van for a full hour before it finally pulled up in front of an unsigned building on the East Side. Along the way, I drove us into an open manhole, a mailbox, an ice cream truck, and a Puerto Rican.

girls that talks it up all day, but when it comes down to lights-out she just lies there and acts like she’s doing you a favor. Velma? You know she takes off those glasses and she gets to work.