ATOM: a Kind of Life, chapter 27, So Much Waste.
" ........ was wrong for the role though everyone seemed to like him anyway."
"and although I had heard Many of his tired jokes before I pretended to laugh. His baldness was off-putting, but
Not as much as his self-absorbed Hebraic friend who..."
ATOM: a Kind of Life.. Chapter 24.
"...and though they'd stopped making that size Post-It he continued to search for it. Middle of the night calls to soon to be ex-friends complaining that the 3x3 size just wasn't...
VARN "COMPLAINTS...a Life Lived Annoyed" Chapter 44
"...with a beard that looked like a frat boy's shag carpet and a career that had fallen beneath the earth's magma..."
ATOM: a Kind of Life...Chapter 27
"..seemed to like him anyway. He thought. But as the production prepared to move to the Great White Way (to begin a record 3,333 Sold Out Performances) Atom was passed over to be replaced by a Yukon Gold...."
From ATOM: WHAT THE FUCK? Chapter 542 -
'every day seems worse' '..... scolded and belittled by Varn after attempting to make small talk with some young woman, and already burdened with Longmire envy, the little man felt great rage towards the tyrannical Jew.'
'.... and what was a simple conversational gambit - 'oh, i know your hometown, I drove a cab in your area -' was interpreted by the Ensign as a megalomaniacal, unforgivable, and completely self-indulgent interjection that deserved swift retribution.'
" and even though his third season on the show ended with their best ratings ever he felt a gnawing in his soul. He asked his gofer, the CMMDR, for some water. "Can I have the weekend off?" begged the emasculated old man, as he limped to the other end of his boss' trailer.."
VARD: NO ONE PROMISED YOU A ROSE GARDEN, chapter 21;
'..... and by the end of the ninth season as Longmire's in-house lawyer, the scrofulous be-whiskered television actor was finally let go. Rich, but no less bitter, he came to rest in Hebron, where his final years were spent shuffling between the banjo and napping, the days - dare we say 'livened?' by an occasional brief chat with his old colleague Atom, a sad bag of fat who languished defeated somewhere in Washington Heights, blind, crippled, and entombed in a galactic clutter of post-its. On the other hand Smoke had aged gracefully and re- blossomed as the Marian Seldes of downtown theatre.'
VARD(N): Book 4 THE GIANT SLEEPS, chapter 9: Goodnight Sweet Prince.
"......the tears from their eyes as his ashes slowly went down the drain. "I could hear him saying 'OBJECTION' in my dreams last night" murmured one of the two mourners. As they placed the Video Tape of "In the Lion's Den" atop the pyre there was a palpable.."From ATOM: The Final Bleak Years; chapter 38, part 2 FUCK OFF ASSHOLE "..."but i meant it as a joke" he screeched, in that acerbic tone that had won him those pitiful arcs on shows as well touted as VEGAS and SHARK. But CMMDR would have none of it. He threw down his plastic gauntlet. It bounced. "I drove a taxi Hymie. What the fuck was wrong with that? I was being polite. REMEMBER POLITE? The last time you were polite was at Bitburg saying 'No, after you..' " Bitburg? he thought. He could see that all those years of little in-jokes, (i.e. taking in the shingle, Lotwin, 'full of rue', etc etc) were dead now and there was nothing left but to take his...."
From ATOM: The Final Bleak Years; chapter 46: Glock Dreams.
“…. any and all attempts to gather information were nipped in the bud by two factors, the first being his deeply neurotic need to collate the post-its reminding him to ‘gather information,’ and the other, the heart breaking fact that for this lost little sack of shit there was no information to gather anymore. Not that in his (help me here) ‘prime’ there had been any information to begin with, other than the odd rumor that John Pankow had met on Hangover VII or VARD was being seen for some anonymous angry attorney on any one of twenty stupid Network time wasters.”
From ATOM: So Much Lard; Chapter 225: 'I Can Play a Dwarf!'
'.... computer would not boot up no matter what he tried, until VARD, filled with venom, asked him if it was plugged in. Poor Atom, once again, eating crow at the children's table. VARD then summarily dismissed the wounded little freak, hanging up on him. The faux-lawyer went back to researching ways to impress Katherine Bigelow.'
“….and as he lay on his final bed, his wrinkled old head resting on his pillow, with one last wounded sigh he wondered what it had all meant, the unending dismissals, the stinging envy, the rancid bouts of self-hate, even those few feeble moments when the light seemed to shine on him … what had he missed, other than life itself?
From "UP IN SMOKE: THE GREAT DISAPPEARING ACT"
Chapter 177 -- "The Long & Winding Road""... The heavy perfume of lilac hung in the still night air like so much wet laundry as The Commander and Smoke clambered back into the car. (The kind of wet laundry that Vard had only just that morning pulled out of his broken washing machine. "Jeez," thought the Berkeley Heights, New Jersey native, " I have had this washing machine for a long time. Wait till I tell them about this.")
There was still the long drive back into New York City ahead for Smoke and Atom. But now, though the hour was late and the fog rolled in at an ominous clip, the mood in the car seemed as light as titanium. Atom's many years of experience as a Boston cab driver had taught him a thing or two about how to back out of driveway and he did so now with not a little panache. As they rolled out of The Ensign's driveway, both Smoke & Atom peered through windshield. They could make out the faint outline of a bearded blob through the window. His oil-stained seersucker shirt pressed against the glass... Smoke strained against one the fully functioning seat-belts to discern more clearly just what the Old Jew was up to -- gesturally speaking... Was he bidding them a fond farewell? Giving them the finger? Providing directions?
No. He was holding a playing card aloft. The eight of clubs to be exact.
(And Smoke liked to be exact.)
"Is this your card????" The Elgin Marble cried out from his porch.
"IS IT? IS THIS YOUR FUCKING CARD???"
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Elgin Marble?
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