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Mike doesn’t answer his phone in the two calls Richie shoots his way before he gets to the Beef. Richie parks in Mike’s favorite parking spot, because fuck him, and storms his way into the office in the back. It’s just as they left it last night, a couple of bottles of Miller Lites each still on the desk, cigarette butts stubbed out in each of the bottle caps, at least three mountains of paperwork, the Mother Mary, and a desk calendar still sitting on April. Richie pulls open the top right drawer and doesn’t find the bottle of pills Mike keeps stashed in there. The only thing on his desk Richie doesn’t remember seeing when he finally stumbled out to his car last night, leaving Mike to finish locking up, is a can of tomatoes.
[Or Richie Jerimovich's Day Off.]