• MARTY’S STORY



    "The fire works were just starting to go off, as I recall... I don’t remember to much after that; it all just sort of goes blank. You know like all those times you played wrestling, you would remember so much, then after a certain point it all sort of goes poof." I was starting to wriggle in my chair. I was so nervous about what they might find out if I had another slip of the tongue like I had the minute before. I had to think of something quickly to cover it up and I had just in time...that was when things started to take a turn for the worse.

    The next day was hell! And I don’t mean: ‘ Oh gawd, Helga, am I glad to be home my day was Hell!’ I mean ‘ SOMEBODY GET A GUN AND SHOOT ME, MY DAY HAS BEEN A LIVING HELL AND I CAN"T TAKE ONE MORE DAMN MINUTE OF IT!!!!’ type of hell.

    My day just got worse and worse. First some damn kid came up to me spat his chocolate ice cream at me told me I was the ‘stupidest stupid man ever’ and that ‘ma dads’ gonna kill you and you ain’tagonna stop him neither’. Yep you was gonna die...and all because I couldn’t keep my damn senile mouth shut about what really happened that night in Islington . I knew that I didn’t kill Jimmy. But now because of me the F.E.D.S.S, or federal emergency disposal security squad, and all the mobsters, and gangs, will be out looking for me and you to kill us or as they like to put it get rid of the possible threats that could jeopardize the "health" and safety of all the citizens, or just to get rid of those that know what really happened or just to get back at the guys they think did it. Well I know that somebody paid good on their taxes to get this shitty story told. I know that it’s all just a load of bullshit they came up with just to hide them from the truth and to clean up the mess that I left them...

    JACK’S STORY

    "Can you believe what the hell is going on here?" I said in a raspy voice...the cool night air was nipping my lungs as it penetrated the wound.

    "Nope can't say that I do and can't say that I don't either way you got shot!" said martin, his low hollow voice was making my skin crawl as he poked and prodded the entry and exit wounds.

    "Yep, it went right through; lucky it didn't do anymore damage than what we're doing to you... you know our bad smoking habits." he chuckled and lit another f**.

    The blood was quickly running down a nearby storm drain. I could tell by the dimming of the street lights that it was about to end…the cold clammy grasp of death and the feeling of a wasted life…and the feel of a massive, stalwart, calloused hand clout the s**t out of my face… “Hey I’m ok now…don’t worry I am not going anywhere…thanks Marty.” I sort of was grateful for what the big ugly lug did for me…even though I think he had a little too much fun doing it.

    “Marty?” I said “Will you please not step on my hand? Thank you. Ouch! YOU MORONIC SONOFABITCH! You just stepped on my BALLS!!!!” I winced at the pain he had just left me with. “Just get me out of the middle of the road will you and get me some medical attention?” I was kind of annoyed with the antics...although I knew he meant well.

    I knew that when Ahmed “the NHS” Kali-Almuhadurata found out that I was still alive and that his gunman had been...well lets just say, disposed of in an unostentatious manner, he will be at the very least pissed beyond the point the mind can comfortably conceive.

    The next moment I was laying face-down in a gutter; I thought to myself, ‘if only ma was here to see this, she’d be in my face telling me how right she was and that she knew I would end up face down in the gutter, if I didn’t go straight, and stay off the whiskey’. I started to chuckle to myself.






    “ What the hell?” Marty came over to my aid and helped me up. “Awww hell, I was just startin’ to like it down there...” All of a sudden I realized we were not alone. I looked at Marty “Yeah, I see ‘em” he said. “Don’t know who the hell that dumbass thinks he’s lookin for though..” we slipped quietly from view. I suddenly realized why I’d had that strange feeling before...that wasn’t just one of Ahmed’s goons, but also a F.E.D.D.S scuffer! ‘Damn! This is heavier than we first thought! God dammit...




    Saimiri’s Story



    “Well, Saimiri, I’ll see you later, okay babe?” a voice called out to me.

    “Yeah, Karishihai, I will see you soon.” we gave each other a kiss.

    “Now listen here girls, I’ll be back ‘fore you know it, an’ I want to see at least fifty guys here havin’ a ball, got me?” said Shaz, her wavy red hair streaming beneath the moonlit sky. I knew that I would have to look and feel my best tonight if I was going to get paid. I didn’t want to upset Shaz, none of us did.

    Later that night, as I got off the bus in Kensington, I noticed a luxury sedan parked right behind me. I thought it to be just some tourist coming to take a fancy, an’ look around a bit, so I just brushed it off..

    A few minutes later, as I walked through the hustle and bustle of the city streets, I realized that I was being followed by another guy in a rusted down bucket of bolts. ‘Probably some teen punk looking to give a seeing to from a scut like me.’ I thought to myself. ‘Kids these days, probably not even eighteen yet.’

    But as I turned left to go down wrights lane to my hotel, I noticed he was still there, and I was starting to get the screaming abdabs , so I called my friend Martin Bailey in Islington. “Martin Bailey please, room 232, yes, I’ll hold.” I was starting to quiver a little; both from the cold and the fear some seppo was out looking for a “good time” and would stop it nothing to get one. “God, Pick up the bloody phone already you bloody sozzled space cadet” I muttered to myself.

    I turned to the guy in the car following me. “You bloody Sheepshaggers don’t know when it’s time to sling your hook, so why don’t you do us both a favor and go shake hands with the unemployed, you skaghead, you’re definitely a sixpence short of a shilling, now piss off!”I screamed. “Bloody Pecker face.” I tuned back around in time to see three large men jump out from behind the bushes in front of my hotel.



    The Moon Lit Serenade

    “I knew I was going to be in for a rough night,”I muttered to myself, “all I fricking see is snow, snow, AND MORE FRICKING SNOW!” I started to scream at the top of my lungs. It was now winter and it was just getting warmed up...so to speak.

    “Julian,” my father said, “stop it! You’re fourteen years old, and you still can’t quite complaining. If only you’re mother was still here...”

    “Dad,” I screamed, “there is a car heading straight for you!”

    I suddenly heard my father say, for the first time in my life, a blue-collar word.

    “Oh...s**t, they found me...” he shoved me towards the pathwalk, I fell face first and blanked out. When I came-to I found my dad wasn’t with me.

    As I looked around I saw nothing but dark empty streets filled with small pockets of light lining the pathwalk. I felt a searing heat and I was quickly unconscious again.

    A few moments later I felt myself moving. I open my eyes and I saw two large bulky men...one was carrying me while the other walked beside him.