want a job,” he said at the door. “Don’t have any, nub.” “I’m good with numbers.” The man laughed. “Can you clean a pisspot?” “Yes.” “Well, too bad. We already have a boy who cleans the pisspots.” Kaz waited all night until he saw a boy about his age leave the premises. He followed him for two blocks, then hit him in the head with a rock. He sat down on the boy’s legs and pulled off his shoes, then slashed the soles of his feet with a piece of broken bottle. The boy would recover, but he wouldn’t be working anytime soon. Touching the bare flesh of his ankles had filled Kaz with revulsion. He
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I love insane men
