Bright skylight brings warmth and a sense of security.
Martin ran around the Clayton community at a constant speed. After his leg injury healed, he began to exercise in a planned way. If a poor man wants to be successful, he must have a good body.
What if you are attracted by a rich woman and your body can’t keep up? A missed opportunity.
A rolling shutter door opened, and Scott Carter came out of the grocery store with seaweed in his mouth and a wine bottle in his hand. He spat out the seaweed with only his butt left, and shouted to Martin: "Sabi, aren't you tired? You need to understand enjoy!"
Martin didn't bother to talk to him and just gave him the middle finger.
Why exercise, of course for future enjoyment.
In the group of actors he was in when he was drifting, there was an old man with a body that was like an animal, and he fucked him N times a night, making women cry and beg for mercy.
Who doesn’t envy and envy?
After going back and washing up briefly, Martin went to Carter's house next door to have breakfast.
Lily and Hall packed their schoolbags and got ready to go to school.
Elena brought an omelette sandwich, and while Martin was eating it, he asked Harris, who was flipping through a book: "Aren't you going to school?"
Harris said: "I'm going to apply for college, and studying at home is 200 percent more efficient than going to a shit public high school."
"I wish you good luck." After Martin finished breakfast, he took out the tips from last night's harvest from his pocket and threw them to Elena: "My food expenses."
Elena was surprised: "Idiot, are you crazy? Did a nigger hit your head?"
Martin drank milk without looking up: "Found a new job, working as a bartender in the House of Beasts."
Lily suddenly interrupted: "Why not a gigolo? I'm going to secretly save money and sneak away to see your bare butt."
"Didn't you see it?" Hall said deliberately: "A few nights ago, you hid in the bathroom and watched Martin and Elena on the coffee table..."
Lily said harshly: "Idiot, I'm studying why Elena screams loudly. Do you understand academic research?"
With two bangs, Elena suppressed it with an iron fist, Lily and Hall covered their noses, and they all became honest.
Martin drank up the milk and said to Elena: "I plan to buy a second-hand car, let's go together?"
Elena picked up a chastity ring and put it on the ring finger of her left hand: "I went to the Methodist church in the morning to help. The Methodist Association recently united with the Atlanta Methodist Church to promote female chastity and conservatism. The free lunch provided was very generous. .”
Martin heard the name for the first time: "Methodist?"
Elena simply explained: "This shitty conservative organization comes from the same origin as the Methodist church that claims to follow the rules, and its ideas are just as fucking conservative!"
Martin understood: "So you put on a chastity ring?"
Elena said: "I don't trust anyone who provides free food. If the church provides free food around the clock, I can wear damn chastity pants."
Lily wanted to interrupt again, but Martin was on guard: "If you don't want to be beaten like a pig, just shut up."
Elena asked: "You found a new job, let's have a party to celebrate?"
"When I'm done with this, call your friends and drive in my backyard." Martin pointed to the rented house: "Recently, I always feel that James is not very quiet lying down there. Ask more people to sit on James' head. Dance, he will surely stay in hell when he sees us living happily.”
Elena nodded: "I asked Monica and the others to come over."
Martin called Bruce and met him on the south side of the community. The two had made an appointment to go see the car together yesterday.
Vincent-Lee's family is involved in many businesses, including a second-hand car dealership. Bruce is Vincent's crony, and he can get a commission for introducing business to the car dealership.
Among the several cars recommended by the salesman and Bruce, Martin chose an old Ford. The price of $4,500 was of course in installments.
No matter how cheap it is, he is worried that it will break down on the road.
After paying a down payment of US$900 and completing the formalities, the two went to the gun store.
Martin has no bad record and will definitely buy legal firearms.
The gun store has second-hand guns for sale, 80% new Glock 17, from treasure hunters in Tao Warehouse.
Bruce took it apart and inspected it carefully, and suggested that Martin buy it.
The pistol comes with two magazines, including the holster and maintenance oil, plus 100 rounds of ammunition, for a total of $380.
Georgia has relatively loose gun regulations, and applications for handgun licenses are very fast. According to gun shop owners, the state government has even discussed a bill to carry handguns without a license or concealment.
Entering the small shooting range provided by the gun store, Martin took out two $5 bills and handed them to Bruce.
Bruce put it away and said with a naive smile: "I'm yours before going to work tonight."
Martin reminded: "Man, you are a civilized person, and I must also be a civilized person. Don't say words that can easily be misunderstood."
Bruce removed the magazine and asked, "Ever used a gun?"
Martin shrugged: "Another kind of gun. I have fired tens of billions of bullets, but this one has never been used."
Bruce started teaching by switching the safety and loading the bullet, while reminding Martin: "Don't forget the poster you promised."
"Don't worry, don't worry." Martin pressed bullets into the empty magazine: "Isn't it just a big butt? In the future, I will find you a female star with a bigger butt than Scarlett Johansson."
Bruce took the money and taught very seriously, and Martin also studied very seriously.
Not only survival skills, but also fighting for roles can be used.
When Professor Bruce was shooting, he first explained the essentials of the action, and then demonstrated it himself. He moved quickly and with good marksmanship, and his gun hit the target ten meters away.
Martin put on earplugs and fired a few magazines one after another. At least he knew what pistol shooting was like.
As for marksmanship, we can’t talk about it yet.
"For the sake of letting me make money, here are some words of advice." Bruce pulled up a chair and sat down, saying: "When you meet a black scumbag from the south, just like last night, don't hesitate to show that you have a gun. It ensures that we continue to be civilized people.”
Martin made up his mind to buy a gun and a car because of what happened last night, and immediately responded: "I will learn from you to be a civilized person, except for the poster."
Bruce can do things like soak a Scarlett poster in bath water and drink it. It's so civilized.
Bruce added: "When the police come to check you, if you have not committed any serious crime, you must do what the police say. Don't even think about touching the gun. You trashy rookie will be emptied of bullets by the son of a bitch."
Martin has seen too many videos of this and said, "I'm not going to give that son of a bitch a chance."
Bruce said the last point: "You are a rookie and can't scare people. When the other person still has a gun, find a way to escape."
Martin smiled and said: "I will run away like shit, and then I'll ask you, an old bird, to get back here."
Bruce sighed: "Now is the era of civilized people. I remember when I first left the army, I dared to hold an AR and shoot with people from other gangs. I was really stupid at that time and didn't understand that my life was my own."
Martin asked: "Been in the military?"
"In the 1990s, I was stationed in the UK." Bruce said, "I was forced to retire."
Martin was a little curious and asked: "Why? If it's inconvenient, just pretend I didn't ask."
Bruce laughed naively: "There was a British soldier who lost a bet with me but didn't pay the chips. Don't the British call themselves civilized gentlemen? I used a civilized way to collect debts. Well... I stuffed a mortar in his butt. Cannonballs.”
Martin praised: "Can I comment? You did a great job!
Bruce asked: "You think it's civilized too?"
Martin clenched his fist and touched Bruce: "If you have another chance like this, call me!"
Bruce is a talent, and there's no harm in building a good relationship.
In the next two days, Martin practiced shooting for an hour during the day, read recruitment information in the newspaper, looked for suitable opportunities, and went to work in the club at night.
He earns about $20 in tips every night, a figure that could easily double if the club has more patrons.
However, there are rarely more than 50 customers present at the Beast House at the same time.
Martin was notified by the Marietta Theater Company on Wednesday afternoon and went to the Midtown Arts Theater on Thursday to await casting.
