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    #5911036 - 07/29/06 02:36 AM (17 years, 6 months ago)

In 2006 the year of our Lord the blistering summer heat started with a cup of starbucks cappuccino and a Jewish bagel making its way to the epicenter of hell. Of course these two benefactors arent particularly related if your a terrorist or rabbi priest. But any keen observer will tell you the effect large corporations have on terrorists. The irony lies in that a Jew made the Starbucks franchise and in this twist of fate his life was already sealed.

But for Terry these things did not occur to him as he sat in his car eating breakfast. It was hotter than hell and he had an appointment today that he was late for. Terry had already puked on his way to his destination. Whether it was the extreme heat, that mornings breakfast, or a combination of both - Terry was sure of one thing - The woman driving down I-95 South in her white mini-van that got a lap full of kosher didn't appreciate it. He stepped out of his car and started wiping vomit off his door.

"Stupid bitch should have had air conditioning, he thought" "What is she doing with her windows down in this miserable weather"?

Terry wasn't a hateful person. He was just tired and hungover. He also didn't enjoy the idea of doing what he planned to do. He looked at his notes and compared it to the greeting sign from where he had entered.

'Kimberly Apartments'

Room 101. This is it. He straightened his tie and gave the door three knocks.

Immediately there was a loud shuffle from inside the apartment and voices sounding under what seemed to be a television just turned up to full volume.

Terry knocked again, louder.

It was followed by a man with a strong southern accent, asking "hugh is it"?

"It's Terry. I'm here for the interview".

Despite the peep hole in the door that was installed backwards, he fought the urge to look through it.

Finally the door swung open and there stood Buck. Or at least that is what he called himself over the phone.

"Ah shit mang, I thought you was the cops". Terry looked over his shoulder and stepped inside

The interior looked like it was designed by mental patients during social time. Someone was definitely off their meds here. There were numerous rat traps with cheese as bait on the floor and infront of the television stood a camera on a tripod aimed at a blue screen backdrop. "What in the fuck is going on here", Terry wondered.

"Nope, no cops", he said bringing his attention the a wild eyed girl precariously perched on Buck's shoulder.

"You realize that your peep hole is faced the other way?

"Yeah, I've got to keep an eye on Marge here when I leave her alone".

At that he slapped her ass and she ran into the back somewhere

"Well, shall we get started"? Terry asked.

They cleared off a spot on the kitchen table and Terry began. "What do you thi--"..

"Woah", interrupted Buck. "Arent you going to tape our conversation"? "Nope", replied Terry. "It's all up here" - Gesturing to his head

Suddenly a loud screeching came from the back room imitating an alarm clock. It was the girl. "Marge get in here"!, bellowed the man who called himself Buck.

"Excuse me. It's time for me to wake up". Terry sat dumbfounded with arms crossed.

The girl returned carrying a case. She opened it up and placed a loaded syringe on the table infront of Buck. "Ah nectar of the gods", he hummed.

Terry got up to leave and Buck calmly put his hand on his shoulder and told him it would only take a second. Terry stood up. Buck slowly placed a 38 revolver on the table and said "I insist, really" Terry had only seconds to evaluate his odds. He had been around drugs before but nothing like this . His own personal view was that drugs lead a man on a road to nowhere but at least they took the scenic route. Nevertheless, in his profession it's what sometimes raked in the money. What in the hell was he thinking?

"Okay about what you said over the phone...",Terry inquired

"Have you met Marge", he whispered

The drugs had taken their effect

"Yeah. I think I have".

"Let me tell you a story about Marge", he started. "She was a power ranger. I met her on the set in Bangkok. She was known for her kindness and all around merry behavior". "Marge", he paused, looking blankly at the television screen that was playing static.

He continued. "She just wasnt satisfied with the modest check she was earning from the series. She eventually turned to part time prostitution and was known notoriously around the set for having a huge drug problem"

Marge spoke up. "I met Buck and instantly fell in love. "Hey there big stuff you looking for a mighty morphin' good time"? She giggled.

(Buck) - Shut up. You know you're not supposed to talk to strangers

(Marge) - Throws a dissatisfied frown at Buck.

Sensing that this was going nowhere. It was time he wrapped this up, Terry thought

"Well it looks like you two are on good terms together considering you are a hopeless junkie and shes a coniving whore"

(Terry walks to the tripod camera, angles it to the table and hits record.)

"Well the reason I'm here Buck is that I have a feeling Marge has something to tell you.

At this point the narrator stresses back then Buck was known more for his brawn than his brains And the lovely co-signer Marge was blessed with a little more intellect and quickly caught on"

Following along, Marge started.. "Honey, remember Bill the red power ranger? Well there were times when he was there for me in ways that I needed him."

(Buck) - You mean you fucked him'!

"Oh god he slurred. This is the same Bill who dealt drugs out of his house with that negroe and played gay 70's disco music all the time"

(Marge) - What are you talking about?

(Buck) - He was a faggot with AIDS!"

At this point Buck raised the 38 special from the table and fired a shot in Marge's head.

"You gave me AIDS whore" was his final words as he turned the gun on himself, blowing a hole through his head, causing him to fall on the glass table shattering it to pieces.

Terry ejected the tape from the recorder and walked out of the apartment, whistling to himself.


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OfflinePhishe
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Re: short story [Re: barto]
    #5911053 - 07/29/06 02:45 AM (17 years, 6 months ago)

haha...i only read the begining and the end with the AIDS... I'm way too tired sorry.


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Re: short story [Re: barto]
    #5911327 - 07/29/06 07:32 AM (17 years, 6 months ago)

I likey.


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