Walter is a family man. He is married to a beautiful woman. They have a young daughter. Walter is a workaholic. His wife, missing her husband, seeks a relationship with another man. The man she forms this forbidden affair with, is Walter’s brother. One day, Walter surprises his wife when he leaves work early. With a dozen roses in his hand, he is shocked to see his wife and brother wrapped around each other like a photo out of the Kama sutra. He unleashes hell and shoots them both dead. Filled with guilt, he leaves the room to weep. A noise startles Walter and the gun is fired a third time. Walter sees the limp body of his five year old daughter dead on the floor.

Walter flees the city to get away from the crime he committed. He drives as far as he could. He car comes to a halt and Walter walks toward a nearby town. The town, Eden is not like the city he came from. Everyone knows each other. Everyone is friendly. They all follow the law of the Bible. They open Walter with open arms. Each of them want to know about him. Walter keeps his secrets from the people of Eden. They also keep their secrets from him. Behind their smiles and their friendly faces, they all hold deep secrets that no one knows about.

Walter was brought to the town. He cannot leave. Some force is keeping him there. But Walter wasn’t the only new visitor to the town. A man named Ashland arrives too. Unlike Walter, Ashland thrives on their secrets. He knows all their secrets, their lies, the skeletons in their closets. It’s up to Walter and others to put an end to this stranger before Ashland and the other townspeople wipe the town off the map.

Another portion from the book.

“Hi mom.” He said with a sarcastic tone in his voice. He sat on the couch, his arms folded nicely on his lap. “You’re home early.”

Nancy walked towards Brian. She was furious. If it could happen, steam would be shooting out of her ears by now. Nancy clenched her fingers together, forming a tight fist. Brian noticed that dripping from her fists, was blood. Nancy had clenched them so tightly together, her fingernails were tearing in to her palms. But it didn’t seem to phase her at all. She continued walking towards him. “What the hell are you doing out of your room? How did you unlock that door?”

Brian laughed and ran passed her. “If you want to punish me, come and get me!” He laughed and ran in to her bedroom. He glared behind the door and nodded to Zach. “She’s on her way. Get ready.”

Nancy walked up the stairs and in to her room. Brian was on the other side of the bed. He just smiled and laughed at her. She didn’t know what was going on, and if she did, she wouldn’t have stepped in that room. “When I get my hands on you, I am going to beat…” Nancy was startled by the sound of the door slamming shut.

Nancy was blocked on each side. Standing just inches from her was Zach, a hammer in his hand and a smile on his face. He didn’t say anything to her at all. He just used all the energy he had and struck her in the knee. Nancy fell down and screamed in pain. Brian placed his hands on the bed and starting jumping up and down, he was filled with such joy. “How does that feel? How does it feel to lose all that power?”

Zach hit her again. He smacked the same knee again and then his third blow, he broke her other kneecap in three pieces. Nancy just laid on the floor. She was crying in pain and asking for help, but the boys just stood there, both laughing at her. Nancy raised her arm and reached for the door handle. Zach wasn’t paying attention, till Zach gave him the nod to stop her. Nancy had reached the door handle and had it in her grasp. Zach yelled “no”, and hit her hand with the hammer. Nancy screamed in pain again. “Finish it.” Brian said.

Zach hit her again on the side of the face. The damage to the face knocked her out. It also opened up a large gash on the side of her face. “She’s out!” Jacob and the girls left their room and joined up with Zach and Brian in their mothers room. Lying on the floor was Nancy. She was breathing, but not very heavily. Zach smiled and tossed the hammer on the bed.

The children just huddled around their mother, just looking at her. Ashland opened the door and joined the kids. “Is she dead yet?’ he asked them,

“No sir, not yet. But she will be soon.” Jacob, with the help of the others ansd Ashland lifted Nancy on to the bed. “Go get the tape Megan.”

Megan screamed with delight and ran out of the room. In just seconds, she returned with the tape. The plan was going perfectly. It was all downhill from here. Zach had to nail her to the bed. He wanted to do it badly, but was more of less afraid that she might wake up during it. Jacob took the tape from Megan and placed a large piece over Nancy’s mouth. The children switched off. Jacob drove in the first nail, just to let Zach know she wouldn’t wake up. He pressed the nail against her hand. Brian held up her hand and pressed it against the bed headboard. Jacob didn’t think twice about it. He did it as quick as he could. It took only one hit. The nail went right though her hand and into the wood of the bed. Blood spit from her hand and splashed across his face. Megan and Kellt screamed. They took comfort behind Ashland legs. They wanted just this, but the girls were getting more terrified as it went further and further. Jacob handed the hammer to Brian. With the help of Jacob, Brian drove his nail in to Nancy’s hand. Like before, the blood shot out from her hand and covered his face.

Ashland patted the girls on the head and smiled. “This is what you wanted, right?” He scooted them away from his legs and pushed them closer to the bed to see what was going on. The girls didn’t want to see, but they had to. They looked at their mother. She looked helpless. He face still bleeding, as well as her hands. “It’s about time children. I cannot be here any longer. But I will be back. This is your mission, not mine.” Ashland just walked out of the house and down the road. He left the children alone. So they waited. Nancy had been unconscious for fifteen minutes now. They just wished she would wake up soon. They wanted it done and over with.

Time passed and the children were growing tired. Jacob was startled by the sounds of Nancy’s moans.

Jacob removed the tape, just to let her speak. He planned on putting it back on once they were ready. He felt that she deserved it. She had the right to say what she wanted. It was either on till they went through with it, or until she got on their nerves. Jacob had a second piece of tape already for anything that might happen.

“What’s going on here?” she said. Nancy was still weak and confused. Nancy saw the children all gathered around her bed, all with blank stares at her. Nancy was cruel herself, but this drew the line for her. She didn’t see kids who broke commandments and kids who disobeyed their mother, but she saw only spawns of Satan.

Nancy cried in pain and wished for them to stop, but they didn’t. It wasn’t until Kelly brought in the man made weapon in to her ine of sight, that she saw her hands nailed to the backboard.

“You’ve been bad mommy. You don’t listen to God!” Kelly flipped the switched to the beater. The whizzing sound brought fear to Nancy. She was aware that her kids were going to kill her. Nancy began to beg to be free, promising that all will be better, that she would change and they could once again be the happy family that everyone thought they were.

“Liar! Thou shall not lie!” Jacob proved his mother wrong. “You broke a commandment mother. You know what the means?’ Jacob took the hammer in his hand and hit her right foot. “I break a bone!”

“Listen you little brats, when I get out of you, you’re all in for it.” Nancy wanted to hold her foot, and rub out the pain, but that mean she would have to rip her hand away from the nail and cause herself even more pain. Nancy knew better. She knew she wouldn’t be getting out of this anytime soon. She just thought maybe a little threat would scare them and they would give in, giving her the upper hand in this situation.

“You’ll what mom?” Jacob laughed. He knew who had that upper hand. He did. He planned on using it too. “That’s right mom, nothing.”

Nancy looked at her daughter. She was still holding the weapon in her hand. The sound just echoed in her head. Kelly walked up to her. “Know what this is for mommy?”

“Please baby, don’t do this. You don’t want to hurt your mommy. You love your mommy.” Nancy looked at her and started to cry. “Please baby, kids please don’t do this.”

Jacob rolled his eyes. “Forget it mother. You screwed up. We have to go and so do you.” Jacob tore the tape off the bed and covered her mouth. Nanvy screamed for help, but it was too muffled to even be heard by anyone. “Go ahead Kelly. It’s your turn.”

Kelly smiled and brought the makeshift weapon to Nancy forehead. Nancy closed her eyes and squeezed them tightly together. Kelly turned the beater on high and pressed it to her mother’s head. The corkscrew spun around and turn in to the flesh like it was cake batter. Blood coated all the walls as the beater spun around. Kelly just laughed. Earlier she didn’t want to see a drop of blood, but actually doing it, actually drilling a hole in to their mother, gave her a since of power. Kelly liked it. The corkscrew reach the bone and started to scrap at it. Nancy wasn’t moving. She had lost too much blood and laid on the lifeless. But the children didn’t care. Kelly broke through the bone and continued drilling. Small bones shavings rose to the surface and trickled down Nancy’s face. Kelly turned if off. The corkscrew couldn’t be seen anymore. Kelly yanked it from Nancy’s head, ripping a large hole in her forehead.

The children smiled and cheered. They felt a huge burden lift off of them and were free for the first time in a long time. Jacob hugged his brothers and sisters and wiped away a tear that was rolling down his face. “Okay, everyone get in the living room. I’m going to start the fire. Give it 5 minutes before we run out screaming. That should give his enough time to help destroy mom’s body.” Jacob opened the door and his brothers and sisters ran in to the living room. The all clapped and hugged each other again, congratulating each other on a job well done.

Jacob looked at his mom one last time. He started to breath heavy. He felt something come over him, something he wanted to do his whole life. Jacob jumped on the bed and was punching his mom over and over again. He didn’t care where he hit her, just as long as he made contact. Jacob grabbed the lighter fluid and opened it up. He sprayed it first on Nancy, covering her head to toe, not living a dry spot on her. He sprayed it on the walls, on the floor and covered her furniture with it. “Good bye mom.” Jacob stepped out of the room and lit a match. He didn’t toss it right away, he just held it, looking at the flame. And with no morals left in him, he tossed the match on top of Nancy’s cold body. Instantly, the room burst in to flames. Jacob met his brothers and sisters in the living room. They were all holding hands and jumping up and down. “We did it.”

They looked at each other. They did do it. They did what they wanted and she couldn’t stop them. The children waited in the living room, they saw from below the hallway filling up with smoke. The smell of human flesh burning was filling the house with a smell they wished wasn’t there. The smoke continued to fill the house. It crept down the stairs and started to fill the living room. The heat from the bedroom was too intense, it busted its way through the doors and made its way in to the hallway. The house was slowing becoming engulfed in flames. They didn’t care. They had nothing to lose at all. The whole house could turn to a pile of ash and they wouldn’t mind. Jacob saw the fire creep its way in to their bedroom. He was glad it did. He despised that room. He hated his mom for it and was glad she was in the room burning. He knew that she would be spending her life in Hell. Jacob got distracted when Kelly began to cough. “Okay we better go now. I am sure the house has caught enough attention now. People should be outside, all praying to god to save us all.” Brian and Zach ran to the door and made their way outside.

The movie isn’t close to what I really wanted it to be like. The game I used didn’t have much to offer in sets and props. I did what I could with it. There are some major holes and errors in this movie but the idea is there. It’s always been one of my favorite stories I came up with.

If I ever get around to writing the full story, I will post it. I can even go as far as create a re-imaging of the movie. When the movie was made, there was no “expansion pack” to this game. I wasn’t aware of all the mods people made for the game. I can do some digging and find some good props and sets to make the movie how I originally wanted it to be. If you already watched it, thanks. If you haven’t, then you should watch it. Watch it twice.

I do miss this game. It gave me the creativity I needed to show off my writing.

Enjoy the movie.

Click the link and it should open right up. If you have windows media player, just double the video to go full screen.

Two Faced

Back in 2004-2008, I took to the air and was a dj online. Those four years were amazing. I had so much fun. I always said I would get back in to it but never actually took the step forward. I was to start a new station with a friend but I started working longer hours, dedicating my life to my blog and late night yahoo chat.  I just shoved the online deejaying job aside. Maybe I should get back into it. Who knows. I say that now but next week or even tomorrow, I’ll forget about this and not attempt it at all.

How did you get to be a dj online?

Good question! I mentioned before how I played an online game, “The Sims Online“. Great game. Anyway, I was playing the game one day and there were players shouting out song lyrics and thanking a person in the house for playing a certain song. It took a minute to discover she was streaming music online and the other people were tuning in. I clicked the station. If I recall, I believe the station was called “Fusion Radio”. I filled out an application for the station. It sounded like a fun thing to do. I have tons of music. I have good taste in music. Few days later, I was contacted and a test date was set up. I already had a microphone. I had music. I just needed a certain software to get the streaming going. Everything worked. I was in. I picked a few days I would dj on. The only downside to this station was I had to create a specific online handle (yahoo instant messenger) to dj from. It wasn’t such a big deal. I just had to place “dj” in front of my name. I just they wanted people to know I was a dj and not just a random nobody. This brought me to having two different yahoo handles. It caused issues when trying to read mail or message friends. I had to pick one to make my main name. I picked the dj one.

After months of this, the station changed formats. We were really allowed to play whatever we liked. I played it all. The station quickly dropped those not interested in just doing heavy metal. I was out of a job. The dj’ing bug was still with me. I wanted more. I jumped on the games forums and did a search for “radio stations”. I found one called, “ROFL radio”. Maybe not the best name. Okay, it was a pretty sh***y name. But I went with it. I was allowed to switch back to my old yahoo name. That was awesome. This is where I met Katrina, Chris, and Jendoline. I knew Katrina from game. She was friends with people I eventually became good friends with. Katrina was amazing. She even knew about the movie “Mr. Boogedy“.I met others but these three were good friends. Jendoline and I hit it off pretty well. We clicked. Before her and I arrived at the station, is wasn’t wildly popular. They were just a little station in the corner of the web. Just like my blog. Not wildly popular but I am here. Enjoying the space I have on the world wide web. Jendoline and I brought listeners to the station. I wasn’t really wanting to have a “role” with the station. I forgot what title I was given but I was given a little power at the station. Nice and all, but I really just wanted to play music and have fun. I already had responsibilities at work. Don’t overload me.

Before Jendoline arrived, I had fun with doing what I do best. Drinking. I got some strange idea one day to broadcast on the air and drink as I deejayed. Not the wisest decision I ever made but it made for some good comedy and listeners. One of my highest listener counts. I recorded the show. Not sure how much I drank. According to the file I have saved, I only lasted about 2 hours. Not sure how much I drank before I went on air and not sure how much I drank while on the air. What I do remember is, I called people. I yelled. I swore. I spilled drinks. Even my good friend, G-Rock got in on the action. It was quite the night. I edited the file and broke it down into 14 different files. Below are a few of them. These are probably the cleanest out of them all.

(NOTICE: NOT SAFE FOR WORK. DO NOT PLAY THESE FILES WITH CHILDREN PRESENT. DON’T PLAY THEM AROUND YOUR BOSS.)

Clip 1

Clip 2

Clip 3

Clip 4

Clip 5

While at ROFL, Jendoline and I created a segment we called, “Upcoming Artist”. Jendoline was really the one who found them. I helped with the interview and the recording of the interview. We interviewed a number of people. Our first interviewee, was a teenager out of California. His name is Ronnie Day. A very talented artist. Here a little bit of his interview here. Check out his site. Grab his CD. You can get it at Amazon.com.

Ronnie Day Interview Part 1 (Sunday July 24 2005)

Ronnie Day Interview Part 2 (Sunday July 24 2005)

Ronnie Day Interview Part 3 (Sunday July 24 2005)

Here is a video to “Outside”.

Besides interviewing Ronnie Day, we talked with “Milton and the Devil’s Party” and “The Hamptons“. The interviews are saved but due to limited space, I am not posting them. I can send you them if you like. The interviews were always fun to do. The idea started strong but after some time and I am not sure really why, it just stopped.

Jendoline and I had a great time at ROFL. I cannot recall what happened but she was “fired”. Hard to be fired from a job you don’t really get paid for. The ROFL family was worried that with her leaving I was going to leave to. I assured them that I wasn’t. But I did. This was back in 2005. I recorded my last show at that station. The show that night started out like normal. I started with some R&B. I jumped into some rock and roll. Mixed in some country. Then after a few hours, I switched it up a bit and started to play songs that told them basically, “I’m effin’ leaving.”

The play list at the end…

1. Friend is a Four Letter Word – Cake
2. People Ain’t No Good – Nick Seed and the Bad Seeds
3. Wasting My Time – Default
4. When I’m Gone – Three Doors Down
5. Bye Bye Bye – N*Sync
6. Vanishing – A Perfect Circle
7. Bad Day – Fuel
8. Nothing To Lose – Billy Talent
9. Good Riddance (Time of your Life) – Green Day (or as my mom calls it, “The Seinfeld Song”)
10. Plane – Jason Mraz
11. Wordplay – Jason Mraz
12. Without Me – Eminem
13. Ready to Run – Dickless Chicks
14. I’m Moving On – Rascal Flatts
15. I Want to Break Free – Queen
16. When It’s Over – Sugar Ray
17. In The End – Linkin Park
18. Closing Time – Semisonic
19. Goodbye To You – Breaking Point
20. Gone – Switchfoot

A pretty good selection I have to say. Jendoline and I bailed on the station and went out to create our own. I will talk about that in the next part of my online deejaying days. Hands down, the greatest time I had working for an online station. Besides running my own online forums (pitweston.com), this was number 2. Sadly, I shut down my forums. I mentioned in a previous post that I still have the SQL file on my hard drive. I just don’t know if it is even possible to bring it back to life. Not to reopen the forum for posting but just to take a second look at the craziness that went on at the forums. Maybe a whole blog post will be dedicated to the crap we pulled while on the forums.

When I quit the station, I had the idea of recording the entire show and playing it with me not on air. I had a file I was going to play at the end of the show but with me not pre-recording the show, I never got to use the file. Here it is.

Pit Tribute

I was probably at ROFL (or as we liked to day, Ra Full) for 6 months. While there, I created a few bumpers for the station. The first ever one I made is here,

ROFL Better Music

another ad I made for someone from the game, TSO.

Mimi Ad

Here are a few pictures I still have from the ROFL radio days. Check back later when I talk about the further adventures of my online deejaying times.

If the system was up that day and I was able to get it done that day, I wouldn’t be burdened with an embarrassing license photo for the next 6 years. I left the bureau pissed off. I arrived home and took a little nap. I had a long night ahead of me. A long night of drinking and partying. A friend at work celebrated his birthday in style. He rented a party bus! That was my first (and will probably be the last) time on a party bus. The ride was interesting. A stripper pole with no stripper. I was grinded on by a man and a woman. If I only had a few bucks to pay them for their services.  Alcohol makes you do stupid things. Alcohol, more alcohol, and a complete lack of common sense and good morals.

We arrived at our destination. The first thing the guys did was head straight to the restroom. I know. I know. I used it. But I’ll use it if it’s a dire emergency. Tonight was. I was ready to explode. I stood in line. I was greeted by another person on the bus. I am terrible with names. I really am. I remember 4 names from that night. Everyone else, sorry about that. I am not saying you’re unimportant. Your names just go in one ear and out the other. Just cause my ears are larger than life doesn’t make the recollection process any simpler. I gave the guy a fist bump. I already shook someone’s hand that morning. I think I said, “Sorry. I don’t shake hands.” about 20 times that night. I mean these folks stretch out their arms, ready for me to do the same. I fist bump. I don’t shake hands. I don’t high five. I am asked if I have what Howie Mandel has. I don’t. Or at least I don’t think I do. I just think shaking hands is disgusting. Plain and simple. Moving on…

So I am standing in line. I am like a stewardess on an airplane. I am waving folks in. A guy looks at me. I look at him. I wish he would have finished buttoning his shirt before he left his house.

Excuse me, sir. Would you please tuck that rug on your chest back into your shirt? Don’t forget to button up. You don’t what that thing getting out again. Thanks.

The stalls are full. The urinals are come and go. You know those time lapse videos people make? Everything is moving is ultra speed. That’s how it was with these urinals. Piss. Zip. Leave. A few of these barflies did wash their hands. A majority of them didn’t. (now do you understand why I hate shaking hands?)

Guy: Your’re up.

Me: You go. Can’t use urinals.

Another Guy: Why?

Me: I can’t. It’s a phobia.

Another Guy: Like that Deal or no Deal guy?

Thankfully a stall opened up and I dodged the germ question. I couldn’t complete my public restroom routine. The bathroom attendant wouldn’t spare a square. He had no squares to spare.

When I use a public restroom, I follow a strict routine. After I relieve myself, I head to the sinks.

1. I will grab a paper towel to turn the water on.

2. I will then use a paper towel to dispense the soap.

3. I’ll wash my hands (vigorously).

4. I grab another paper towel to turn off the sink.

5. I dispose of that towel.

6. I grab another sheet to dry my hands.

7. Now depending on the type of door, I have two options. I will use another paper towel to open the door and catch the door with my foot to keep it open. Or I will kick the door open if it’s a push door.

But this guy wouldn’t give me any more than one square. It wasn’t at this bar but at another bar I went to later that night, brought horror to my eyes. A toilet seat is a pretty big hole. I am not sure how someone can miss that. How bad is their aim? I will not take the “He’s probably drunk” excuse. I’ve been a drunken fool (click to watch video) and I always make it in the bowl. So while I am letting nature call, the guy in the stall next to me decides it’s best to just piss all over the floor. Honestly. He wasn’t even trying. He basically told the bowl to eff off. Maybe he recently read the same article I did about sitting on a toilet compared to squatting. Or maybe he has uromysitisis. I am standing there watching this stream of urine creep under the stall. It’s getting closer to my feet. Come on, people! I just told you a guy pissed on the floor all willy-nilly like. You have got to see my reasoning to my germ issue. Not to mention, my hatred for public restrooms. As a gentleman I use to work with would always say,

It’s better to be pissed off than pissed on.

Word, Charles. Word. Besides the two pee parties at the bars, it was an enjoyable night. It was getting closer to 2am. That was the time the bus was leaving. I wasn’t aware of the time. I was too busy having fun and drinking it up. We arrived at a bar that has a mechanical bull patrons can ride. Captain Planet and I decided we were going to be men and tackle the metal beast with brute force. You have to sign a waiver. I guess people get hurt on it. I was cocky. I wasn’t going to fall off. I straddled the beast. I was ready to ride! It started to move. This was my first time on one of these things. It started out slow. Okay, this is easy. I can do this all night. How on earth do people fall off this?

Not shortly after that thought crossed my mind, it sped up. Faster, faster, faster…

I lose my grip and tumble off. I put my hand to my head. Oh, it feels wet. I look at my hand. Oh, look. Blood. I touch my head again. More blood. Crap. I’m bleeding. I am the reason they have people sign waivers. Captain Planet and I head to the dude running the bull. I ask for a rag. The dude looks at me with a confused look on his face. He tosses his hands in the air like he didn’t know what to do. Just give me a damn rag so I can clean myself up. I went in the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I applied a band-aid and was good as new. It’s not a bad cut. I don’t need stitches. I’ll keep the band-aid just to cover up the open wound. I work with food. Can’t have open wounds around food I cook for people.

The bus ride back seem much quicker than the ride there. We got back to the apartment and everyone crashed. A very exciting night. Hanging with friends, drinking, and just acting stupid. Haven’t done that in a while. I woke up the next morning and headed back home. It was just after 9am so I still had some time to make it to the license bureau to get my license renewed. I take the eye test. I guess my right eye is bad. The man said I couldn’t make out anything and I was just making up stuff. Upsets me. Everyone in my family has or had glasses/contacts at one point in their life. Some still wear them. I lucked out being the only one with not wearing them. I guess 30 years without any issues is good enough for me. I’ll try to make an appointment to see an eye doctor to see if I need *gulp* glasses. And, yes. I’ll get glasses. Contacts look like a lot of work to put in and take out.

I paid the 20 dollar fee and Mr. DeMille was ready to take my close up. I asked if I should remove the band-aid from my brow. He told me no. That it wouldn’t be a problem. So the picture was taken. There I am. A stern look on my face and a band-aid over my left eye. That’s a effin’ classic picture. Really. I mean if I get pulled over by the police wouldn’t my picture need to match me? I know people dye their hair or maybe get glasses but I have a band-aid over my eye. Am I to always have it on when I drive? Peter Griffin explains it nicely.

So for the next 6 years, I will have a photo to always remind me of the night at the club. I’ll be reminded that I can not ride a bull. I am going to have to explain to people why I had the bandage above my eye. I could lie and make up a story.* This was an awful long explanation of me getting my license renewed. If only the states system wasn’t down on Friday, I wouldn’t be stuck with a photo like this.

*If you would like to give me some ideas for a good battle scar story, drop a comment below. I’ll use them all.

When Captain Planet isn’t saving the world from eco-villains, he’s dancing. I edited out parts of the video. Usually it was someone walking by and ruining the amazing video I was trying to capture. It’s okay though. I added a little music. I tried to get creative with some of the clips but, damn! The boy has some serious moves. I wasn’t sure at times if I should call a medic or not. I give him props on doing this in public. I would never be caught doing this. Mainly, cause I don’t dance. Even if you fill me up with alcohol, I will never put my ace on the dance floor. It’s not my thing. I have more fun sitting alone in the corner of a club. I’d sit there and nurse my beer.

Whatever. I am done talking.

Video below.

Enjoy,

Jupiter.

And why am I Jupiter?

I was relaxing at home, watching some TV. I heard a ruckus coming from outside. I thought maybe it was the neighborhood kids running wild. Speaking of those kids, here is a conversation I heard earlier between some kids. I will guess and say these kids are no older than 12.

Girl One: See ya later, hoes!

Girl Two: We’ll be back! And if we’re not, you can kiss our (smack bottom) ass!

Boy One: (sitting on porch). You can suck my dick!

Girl One: Then I’ll rip that tiny thing off!

Kids these days. Anyway, I went to investigate the noise. I opened the door and saw a U-Haul. My heart sank. I was heart broken. I saw a man walking in carrying a box. He was wearing a bandanna. As they were moving in he began to complain about it. Either he lost it or set it somewhere and forgot where. Doesn’t matter. Bandanna Jack was my neighbor. Oh, wait. Who is this? Another person? A gentlemen walked out of the apartment. He looked at me. I looked at him. We said hello. He introduced himself as, Zach (or Zack). Okay. I guess Bandanna Jack and this guy are living here. I can’t stop there. It didn’t stop there. Another person stepped out of the U-Haul. She came up carrying a box. We said hello.

Me: Hello.

Lady: Hi. You said you’re name is Kirk or Kurt?

Me: Kirk.

Zach: Kirk! Like Captain.

Lady: Like church?

Me: Yes. Like Church.

I give her credit for knowing that. I give him the finger for saying the “C” word. I’ve said it once and I will say it again. I effin’ hate that nickname.  I chatted a bit with him. Turns out it’s just him (Zach), his wife and their 2 year old daughter/son. He didn’t say weather it was a girl or boy. I don’t hate kids. I just can’t stand the noise of a crying baby. That’s probably why I say I will never have children. I like quiet. Babies are loud. Not to mention messy, needy, and like a puppy, in constant need of attention. I went inside to sulk. They went inside to rearrange their furniture.

I am hesitant about getting close to these people. I don’t know if they are normal people or if they were sent by the devil himself. I know Claudia and The Ghost of Carlos are planning something. These new people could be the death of me. I find it odd that the day they move in, there was a hellish storm outside. I mean sirens going off, a downpour of rain, thunder, and lightning. Is that a sign from above? Let me look up what storms mean according to a random (google click) dream site.

The storm is a symbol of strong feelings and fears that have your emotions in uproar. Being in a storm means that you will face a hard fight and the best defense is a good preparation. Struggling through a storm is a sign that you need to be prepared for problems and losses. Listening to a storm roaring outside denotes bad news ahead. A dream also can have a comment on the climate of a personal relationship. A tiff with a loved one may turn into a dream storm or hurricane.

Link 1.

Another one,

To see a storm in your dream, signifies overwhelming struggle, shock, devastating loss and catastrophe in your personal affairs. The storm also represents unexpressed fears or emotions, such as anger, rage, turmoil, etc.

Link 2.

I don’t know but it looks like I will have a rough road ahead of me. I do not want to come off and say these are bad people. They may in fact be really nice. But with the circumstances that surround me, I am worried that maybe they might end up being the death of me. I brought this upon myself. I made a deal with the devil to get the Lazy Laundriers out of this place. I got these people here. I could have brought death to my door. But after researching the meaning of the name Zach, I am perplexed to what will really happen to me. According to every site I read, Zach means, “pure and innocent” or it also means, “the lord remembered“. Could this be a good thing? Maybe God intervened and sent this person to protect me from the real evil that lives below me. Is it a coincidence that Carlos lives below me? That this evil spirit is under my feet? Hell is below us. Heaven is above us. I have nothing above me. Has God forgotten about me? Am I to fend for myself against this evil man who lives under my feet? Who in all actuality, lives in hell?

It’s a very interesting situation I am in. I mean, in one hand I made a deal with the devil to get rid of the Lazy Laundriers. My soul is lost. But could Zach be someone who is here to save me? Could he be a messenger from God to return my soul that I lost? He is pure. He is innocent. But all pure and innocent people can be corrupted. He can fall to the sinister actions of Claudia and the Ghost of Carlos.

Speaking of Carlos. I think I met his wife and one of his children. Two Hispanic people walked from out of the parking lot and down the sidewalk. They walked passed my apartment. The mother looked at me and smiled. The daughter, who looked maybe about 4, looked at me. What freaked me out was when the little girl walked by, she stared at me. She had her hand extended and just pointed at me as she walked by. Her finger moved, keeping it pointed at me as she walked away. This happened a day before the new neighbors moved in. Did Carlos know about them moving in? Was he aware of maybe God’s plan to send a protector for me? Was it some sign that they were “watching me”?

So many questions to answer.

1. Who are these new neighbors?
2. Did God send them?
3. Did the Devil send them?
4. Did The Ghost of Carlos or Claudia have anything to do with them moving in?

I don’t know his wife name. I don’t know their sons name. Those names are and will be important to me. If they are religious names, then I might be safe and have a gaggle of protectors living next door. If the names aren’t and mean something a little more sinister, then I might be in a little trouble. I do hope it’s for the best. I hope for some protection. It has been a while since I have heard from Claudia. If they are here for good, there are two outcomes to this. One, they could rid my apartment of the evil living inside the walls. Or, they could anger her enough knowing they are on the same team with the Lord. She could do everything to drive them out. She and Carlos cannot have a messenger of the Lord living next door. It could mean the end to their reign of terror.

I will keep you posted. This is big. I was not sure of who was going to move in. But now that they are living here, everything could come crashing down. A can of worms are now open. It’s just a matter of time till I find out what side they are on. I hope they are on the side of the good. If not, I don’t even want to think of what will happen. Good or bad, I did sell my soul to the devil. I am a lost cause. But, and I going out on a limb here. If they are sent by God, this could be a chance for me to reclaim my soul and hopefully spend all eternity in the presence of God.

Can I help you?

Marion wiped away the tears already forming. She came to and took a moment to regain her composure.

Please. I need a doctor. My husband is sick. He’s going to die if we don’t get him any help.

The man stood there for a bit. He looked at Marion. He hesitated. He wasn’t a doctor. The man had no training to the medical profession at all. The most he could do was apply a band-aid. Even at times, he needed help with that. Lucky for him, he had a staff of 40 to come to his every need. He looked at Marion. Her eyes were watering up. She quivered. Her jaw shook and she tried to ask again for some sort of pity.

Please. He’s dying.

The man looked left and looked right. The coast was clear. He took off his jacket and placed it on a nearby bench.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

Marion thanked the man countless times as they walked back down the stairs toward her room. As they walked down the hallway, Marion noticed the door to her room was wide open. She looked perplexed. She knew she shut the door. She had fear and hope running through her mind. Maybe Ronnie felt better and got up. Maybe someone else came to his rescue. She also had horrible thoughts about what could be inside the room. She might find her husband but she didn’t return fast enough. She could be returning to the room as a  widow. Marion and the gentleman walked towards the room. He heart would beat faster the closer she got. He didn’t have much compassion for her or for her husband. He was doing this out of pity. He really wasn’t sure why he was doing it. But at least he can say he did something nice for a change.

Marion stood at the enterence to the room. She waited for the man to catch up. She raised her arm and pointed inside.

He’s right in there.

The man said ‘okay’ and walked in. He turned to Marion with a look of anger.

This some kind of joke, lady?

She was just as puzzled as he was. She walked into the room. She gasp and covered her mouth. Ronnie wasn’t there. The room was empty.She ran towards the bed, tossing herself on to it. She wallowed around in the bloody sheets. She cried, calling out to Ronnie.

Ronnie!? Where are you!? Where did you go Ronnie?

The man leaned against the door frame. He asked where Ronnie was.

He was right here! Right here is where I left him. I don’t know where he could have gone. He was…was…

Marion broke down. She sat on the bed, the sheets pressed to her face. She just cried for his return. She just wanted her Ronnie back. The gentleman walked over to Marion. He knew he had to comfort her in this time of need. He sat on the bed, his back to the door. He pulled in her close and give her a hug. Marion’s head was resting on his shoulder when out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone behind the door. It was Ronnie.

Ronnie, is that you?

He came out from the darkness. Marion shrieked. It was him. He just didn’t look well. Almost dead. He stumbled closer to her. He didn’t talk. Just incoherent grumbles. Marion tapped on the man’s shoulder to motion him to turn around. He did so. He saw Ronnie. Ronnie lunged at the man, knocking Marion to the floor. The man fought with Ronnie. After much fighting, he knocked Ronnie to the ground. Marion raised her voice and screamed at the man for treating Ronnie like an animal. Ronnie flopped on the floor, doing all he can to sit up. Once he finally get to his knees, he lunged at the man. He sank his teeth into the man’s arm. Blood squirted out in all directions. Marion screamed and took shelter against the wall. The man, obviously in pain, grabbed Ronnie by the neck and tore him away from his arm. The flesh ripped away like paper. Ronnie used his hands and shoved the rest of the man’s flesh into his mouth.  The man clenched his arm. The bleeding wouldn’t stop. But that didn’t stop the man from high tailing it out of the room and the third class passengers deck.

You’re effin’ crazy woman! You two can die down here for all I care!

The man rushed out of the room. He didn’t look back. He just kept running. Even the sounds of Marion’s screams didn’t make him think twice about playing hero twice. Even the puddle of blood seeping out from the room, didn’t grab his attention. He raced up the stairs, tossing the door open, running far away from Ronnie and his wife. He didn’t even bother to shut and lock the door as he vanished into the corridors of the ship.

Thursday:

I woke up early again today. I am still undecided on the issue of waking up early or sleeping in. It is nice to sleep in. But if you get up early, you have a full day ahead of yourself. I brewed myself a cup of coffee and brushed my teeth. I poured me a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch. By far, one of my favorite cereals. I sat down and turned on the television. Oh, look. “Dutch” is on. I haven’t seen this is ages. I can’t say it’s a movie I love watching but since it was on and was something I haven’t seen in years, I watched it. I was surprised to see ‘Christopher McDonald‘ in it. He played the evil father. This guy seems to always be typecast in every role he plays (or at least to me he does). He’s the a-hole in an Adam Sandler movie. An a-hole in this movie. And an a-hole in Dirty Work. Look him up. Eff it. Here’s a picture of him. He looked the same back than then he does now. The movie ended and I went into the computer room to read some emails and look on yahoo. The TV was still on and it said the movie, “The Invention of Lying” was on next. Oh, I haven’t see that. I’ll watch it. I enjoyed it. Not a big Jennifer Garner fan but I liked her in this. Not to mention, it had some pretty big names attached to it. Some were just bit parts but I always enjoy a movie when you see cameos like that. Lastly, it had Edward Norton playing a cop with a cocaine habit. One of my favorite actors. The movie ended. I jumped on my PC…again. I was planning on moving the desk around, you know, do a little rearranging. I ended up listening to music. After a bit, I decided to take a nice nap. Not sure how long of nap it was but it was nice. I had a dream. I cannot recall much but what I do remember was I was in Ireland. I assume it was there cause the people talked like they were Irish. I complained to the guy working there about the cold I just got. Was mad because I am never sick. I blamed the cold on me getting out of my house and being around people.

I woke up and checked my email. Another work email. I gave my opinion and hung up the phone. I made lunch and enjoyed a refreshing soda. It started to rain. (thanks, Ollie!). I finally got the energy to move my furniture around. I brewed a cup of coffee. I got it set up, turned it on, and my heart sank. But it was gone! Gone! All gone! No turkey!

No turkey sandwiches… Gone! All Gone! Whatever happened, all my files were missing. Okay. Not really missing. I had to explore around the PC and found it all. I transferred the files to my external drive. What made me even angrier was the fact that Outlook was back to nothingness. All my notes, all my food logging was gone. I was pissed. 8 months into this and all of it for nothing. After the files were moved, I rebooted and the angels sang. My files were back. I don’t know what happened. Whatever it was, it’s fine now. Another trip out of my apartment for a beer run. More drinking. I finished number 5 and headed off to bed for a good night sleep.

Friday:

I awoke on Friday a little before 7am. Again, I made myself a cup of coffee. I enjoyed a blueberry yogurt and watched some TV. I caught the last few minutes of Casper. My channel has been set to HBO and all the other 20 channels they offer. I did some channel surfing and found Joe Vs. The Volcano. I opted on watching that. After the movie, I left the house (again) to pay a bill and take care of an urgent errand. I came back home, effed around on the PC a bit till I found myself back at the TV. Look. ‘The Mask‘ is on. Not the movie with Cher or the 80′s cartoon. I’m talking about the one with Jim Carrey. I am not a huge Cameron Diaz fan but it’s been ages since I’ve seen the movie. I stopped midway through (which I set up the DVR to record the rest) and left the house to see a movie. I have been wanting to see, “Inception” since it came out. I just never got around to it. My store director hated it. Another person said it was amazing. I figured I would take my chances. I splurged and got myself hot tamales and a thing of nachos. It was a one time thing. I don’t think I’ll ever get nachos again. Movie was good amazing! Ending is something that leaves you thinking. It’s diffidently one of those ‘you have to see again’ movies to catch what you overlooked. I arrived home. Paid the remaining two bills and finished watching The Mask. Parenthood was on. I watched a bit. Another good movie. I don’t think I have watched this much TV since I moved in here. The rest of my day consisted of eating, another cup of coffee and switching up the music on my iPhone. I debated on if I should go out tonight. Which is looking like something I’ll do. Better shave.  I went to the bar expecting to meet up with a group a people. I don’t know if they were there or not. I never looked. To my surprise, a group of other people I know were. I sat and drank with them. I controlled myself and didn’t drink excessively. I arrived home to see a strange car parked in my normal spot. Could be anyone. But don’t like when people take my parking spot. I know it’s not really “my spot”. But it’s where I always park. So in way, it is my spot.

Saturday:

I woke up off and on during the night. I had a dream. All I can recall was getting stabbed. I didn’t feel it in my dream though. Wish I could recall the rest. My mind is trying to recollect the memories of the dream but sadly, nothing is coming to mind. I made myself a bowl of cereal and enjoyed a cup of coffee. Watched yet another movie. This was a British film titled, “Frequently Asked Questions About Time Travel.” Surprisingly, it was good. Anna Faris from the “Scary Movie” series starred in it. If I were a Brit (<-funny video), I probably would have known all the other people in it. It’s okay. I liked it no matter. I spent the majority of my afternoon and early evening working on my blogs. I ate and poured another cup of coffee. While I blogged, I finished laundry and dishes. After completing two blogs, I watched a little TV. Caught the tail end of “Monsters vs. Aliens.” Meh. Didn’t see why it was such a great movie. Back to my PC to blog a little more. I chatted up with an old online buddy. Drank some beer. I know I swore to not have people over but I did invite a friend over. After 20 minutes of waiting for him to reply if he’s coming or not, I asked. Guess not. I guess that was a good thing. I don’t want to break a third rule. Tonight isn’t a good night. So as of now, I am brewing a pot of coffee. I figured I would watch some TV and fall asleep to it. After tonight, comes Sunday. That means it’s the end.

Sunday:

The final day of my vacation before I had back to work. Am I excited? Yes and no. I woke up about 7. Maybe a little before. I made more coffee and ate some yogurt. I purchased, “Date Movie“. It was funny. Better than I expected. I do like both Tina Fey and Steve Carrell. I finished the movie and grabbed a lass of orange juice. I sat at my computer and tinkered with a few blogs before heading off to grab some lunch. I was planning on having a nice turkey and ham sandwich but I am out of cheese and miracle whip. I was sure I had them in the fridge. I was mistaken. Since I had the bread already out, I made a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. After eating, I finished up another blog and set it up to post early tomorrow morning. It was my way of still blogging (no. I didn’t break the twitter, facebook, blog rule). I have a few blogs ready to post throughout the day of Monday. Sadly, I will have to break the rule tonight before bed. So I guess what I am saying is, I will have broken 3 of the 4 rules. I almost broke all but since my friend didn’t come over, that rule stuck. Kudos to me for keeping at least of the rules intact. I decided to make some delicious Peanut Butter and Jam Bars. I had to run to my mother’s house to grab some butter. I could have gone to the store but I don’t need that much butter. Once I pulled up to my apartment, a friend called. He wanted to meet me at The 54 for a few drinks. I went and shared a few drinks and some stories. Coming back at home, I finally get around to finishing the bars. They turned out nice. I brewed a cup of coffee to get rid of the alcohol taste. Besides all the blogging, I ended my day with “True Blood”. Off to bed. A good end to a decent vacation.

Review:

It was a good vacation. I enjoyed my time away. I didn’t blog as much as I wanted. I drank more than what I expected. I watched a lot of TV. I even got myself to bed early every night except last night. I was up till about 2am. But I was a little tipsy. I needed to sober up before bed. The coffee helped. Sometimes going to bed tipsy is a pain. It’s better to pass out than try and sleep after a night of heavy drinking. I am still holding on to another full week of vacation and two more personal days. If I do get forced to take the last week, I’ll probably be a little more active than I was this time around. Being the recluse I was, well… Wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be. It was nice. It was nice to just be alone and think. Not that I thought much. Just nice. Going out Friday night was so-so. I had fun. Being around people was weird. I still managed. I hope when you have a vacation, I hope it is as exciting and lazy as mine was.

The last time I took a vacation was back in March. It wasn’t for rest and relaxation. I was in the process of moving and having a week is better than trying to move all in one or two days. Work is pretty busy. We service a total of five schools for their lunch. The total number of kids was 1800. Since we recently renewed, the total number is 2200, give or take a few. Since it is the summer, the kids are out. That means we get a break too. It was a well needed break for everyone. We did a bang up job with these new accounts. Sure we had our share of goofs but it’s expected. We came out champions. So with these schools being out, it meant we’re on vacation too. Holy hell! I thought I was out of school. It’s summer vacation all over again!

Week after week, employees were taking their well needed vacation. Being the true go-getter I am, I held off. Honestly, I was trying my best to avoid it at all cost. I didn’t feel the need for me. Two days off is fine with me. Hell, even one day off is fine. It gives me time to do laundry (if I could gain access to the laundry room), clean house, or if I had to, run errands. Sadly, I was “forced” to take vacation. If I had the chance, I wouldn’t have taken it. But, I did.

I had no desire to leave town. I just wanted to stay home and be a recluse. I had a few rules.

Rule 1: I cannot have people over.

Rule 2: No twitter, no facebook, no blogging.

Rule 3: Don’t answer the phone. Don’t text.

Rule 4: Don’t leave the house for any reason.

These were and are very simple rules. I mean, look at them. They are easy. I can do these. I have will power. I have the strength of twenty, no! Twenty-one men! It was going to be hard to do it. But I have to put my foot down. Shut the world off. Show them I don’t need to human contact to survive. After I left work on Sunday, I went home. I showered and took a small nap. I went back to the bar (54th street) to meet up with some people. Of the three, only one made it. One had to make it to the hospital. The other basically effed me over. I am not upset. I still drank. We chatted. We laughed. We left. I went home and watched some TV. I had a few drinks and watched True Blood. I headed to bed shortly after. It’s strange. You’d think I would stay up all hours because I didn’t have to work. But my body was and is still set on the normal bedtime schedule. I closed my eyes. It was the start of 7 days of doing nothing..

Monday:

I woke up Monday around 8am. Since this is my vacation, I rolled back over and slept till about 1pm. I will admit. It was nice doing that. I didn’t have to worry about getting up at 5am or 6am. I looked at the clock and said, “eff it. I’ll sleep more. I got all week to do things.” That was nice. I really enjoyed that. Like I said, I got myself out of bed at around 1pm. I get out of bed. My phone was turned off the night prior. I really wanted to keep it off but I use my phone for music. I can’t play the stereo in my apartment. The Ghost of Carlos gets angrier than Bruce Banner. It’s annoying. I cannot play the stereo. I can’t play music though my computer. He pounds on the ceiling telling me to turn it off.  I turned my phone on and took a nice hot shower. Oh, look. I have a text and a phone call. It was work. I swore that I wouldn’t answer or reply but I said earlier, I am a work addict. It was my manager. He wanted me to call. It must be urgent. Lord, this place cannot run without me. I get a phone call from work almost every day. It’s stupid crap too.

Hi. Can you not bother me? Use your damn brain and figure it out.

I know I say I am a workaholic. But it gets tiresome when you get a call every night. Let me have one night off. That’s all I am asking.

I answered his question and went about my way to do nothing. Rule 3 is broken. Guess that’s okay. I still have three left. I noticed I had no food. I planned on buying food on Friday but I went out drinking. Didn’t do it Saturday or Sunday cause again, I drank. I even had a water bill to pay. The bill isn’t late. I just wanted to get food and pay the bill before I went into hiding. So I traveled to the grocery store (not the one I work at) and purchased some food for the following week. I got home and put all the food away. Allah Dammit! Broke another rule. That’s rule 4. Okay. Two out of four isn’t bad. It’s strange having a fridge with more than just beer in it. I had to pinch myself just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. To be sure that I actually purchased food for me to eat. No Golden Arch of the King this week. I have real food! Eff you, fast food! You lose this round.

I sat at home and watched some movies. I love Netflix. I watched, “The Boondocks Saints II” and a craptastic movie titled, “Townies”. Townies was bizarre. All I can remember from what I watched was a man peeing on a chick to cleanse her. There was also a mute gal who kidnapped a boy and a dumpster driver who found a dead body and made love to it. I quickly jumped to IMDB to look it up. I was surprised to see it was made recently. From looking at it, I thought it was from the early 80’s. Whatever. It was horrible. Don’t watch it. I was hoping for it to be like, “Freaks“. Now, that is a movie you should watch.

Gooble Gobble…

When the night came, I enjoyed some alcohol. A friend texted me. Crap. I’ll respond. She ended up calling me. After our call, I drank more then headed off to bed. What a fine start to a wonderful week.

Tuesday:

Tuesday, I woke up earlier. It was up about 6am. I made a cup of coffee and turned on the television. A Robin Williams stand up was on.  Here’s a clip. Funny crap.

I watched that.  I then spent the next 3 hours of my day working on a excel spreadsheet for work. That was a pain in the rear. My old manager created it. He was a whiz at Excel. I don’t know jack about it. After finishing it, I noticed I ruined the formulas he set within the documents. So I had to manually cut and paste them all back in. From what I can tell, I did it just fine. But who knows. We’ll find out when we order for the first time. Again, I love work. I offered to work on the file many weeks ago. I just never got around to it.

After I finished it, I emailed it back to him. A triumph for me. I rewarded myself with some video games. I recently downloaded “Civilization: Revolutions” for the iPhone. It was free, courtesy of “Free App A Day”. I dusted off my xbox and played some it. I played more and more. My brother called me. We talked. I did some laundry. I ended up doing it all throughout the night. I started late. Eventually, I turned it off and drank. I sat at my computer and browsed the web. Do you know how hard it is to not use twitter, facebook, or any other social networking site when you normally use it umpteen times a day? Pretty damn hard.  I love to social network. My brother and I, along with some of his friends, had an idea to use social networking as a viral media tool. It never got off the ground. Be nice if we could get it running. I think it was a fantastic idea. To keep me busy, I’d get on yahoo and then go about and click and click, till I end up on sites I never knew about. The same friend from the night before texted me and we replied messages that really shouldn’t be said by anyone. I cannot and will not repeat what we wrote to each other. It was just banter between to grown adults. But wow. I had to take a shower after the things we wrote. I finished my last beer and took myself to bed.

Wednesday:

I woke up to finish off my laundry. I started my morning with a cup of coffee and watching some HBO documentary about the McCain/Obama election. It was ‘wow’. There are some people in the south who are still living in the wrong era. It was a great documentary. I don’t know where I sit on the fence. I don’t know if I am more republican, democrat, or liberal. I agree on views on each side. But to watch these people who support McCain, they are the worst people I have ever seen. I voted for Obama. Do I think I doomed the country for what i did? No. I just agree with his views on things more than McCain’s views. This isn’t a blog about my political views. This is a blog about how I spent my vacation. Sorry about going off track. After the show, I went to Bob Evans. This was my second time leaving the house.  I was sort of forced into going. I mean, it’s Bob Effin’ Evans! I can’t pass that up. Besides, it was my mom’s turn to buy.  I get home and play some video games. I made some lunch and got an email from work. Oh, look more questions. I love work. He agreed I have a problem. But it’s cool. It’s what I love. I finish up another project. I found myself sweeping and cleaning the laundry room. I have to say, it is wonderful to not have the lazy laundriers living next door anymore. Full freedom!  I browse the web again and come across a movie called, “Exam”. It’s on Indemand!? Let me look! Awesome! I’m watching this. It was a good movie. The reviews I read were split. Some hated it. Some loved it. Don’t care what they think. People hated, “Snakes on A Plane“. Some people don’t know what a good movie is. Watch it.

8 people are trying out for this amazing job. They enter a room with no windows. The room has 8 desks. On each desk is a sheet of paper and a pencil. They are give a few rules. They are told to answer the question. The turn over the sheet of paper and it’s blank.

That is the beginning of my vacation. I’ll post the rest shortly.

Grab a snack. I’ll wait.

You got one? Good. Let’s start.

Breakfast:

• I still enjoy a nice bagel in the morning. I don’t bother heating it up or adding cream cheese bagel sauce to it. I just eat it plain. I like bagel sauce. I prefer spreading butter and jam on it. I just eat it plain. If I am at home, then yes. I will add the butter, jam, or bagel sauce to it. Last month I had 10 bagels.
  • 9 of those bagels were blueberry. By far, my favorite bagel. I just love blueberries.
  • 1 bagel was an cinnamon raisin bagel. It would have been a blueberry but the morning bakers didn’t have any ready. It was still good. I like cinnamon. Honestly, the smell of cinnamon is joy to me.
• Since I switched to bagels, I don’t eat many donuts at work anymore. I still love donuts. I miss Dunkin’ Donuts. There is a store I can go to but traveling 30 minutes for a donut is lame. They have the best strawberry donuts. I had a total of 7 donuts. One more than last month. Of those seven donuts,
  • 1 was from work. It was a maple long john.
  • 6 were from the local gas station, Quick-Trip. They were,
    • 3 maple long johns.
    • 3 chocolate long johns.
• I made 4 trips to Bob Evans in the month of July. It’s tradition! I stick to the same meal. My mother does too. I stick with the Farmer’s Choice. The meal includes, eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes. Together, I had…
  • 8 eggs over easy.
  • 12 pieces of bacon.
  • 8 pancakes with syrup. No butter. I hate butter on my pancakes.
  • 4 orders of white toast.
• Last month I had 5 yogurts. This month, I only had a total of 1.
  • It was a Blueberry yogurt with granola.

Lunch (work meals):

It seems it is becoming an issue for me trying to find meals at work. You work at a place for 16 years, you are bound to run into the same issue. I bet people at McDonald’s and such have the same issue. I would hate to work at place like that. Having to eat that food day in and day out. At least where I work, I have many choices. It’s just getting harder to decide. I should try and make it a weekly thing. You know, make each day of the week a certain meal. Like every Sunday, I get the Beef Lo Mein (thank you, John! It’s always amazing!). Who knows. It will only leave me with 7 different meals. But I can always bend the rules.

• 8 of my meals at work were the ever popular, Medium Spicy Beef Lo Mein (no vegetables, no oyster sauce)
  • I enjoyed a nice piece of New York Style Cheesecake with this 3 times.
• I had 4 different wraps on break. Wraps have become a staple now. If we can, we are wanting to make a special menu with wraps and burgers to offer people for lunch. Make them signature items only found at our store. Of these 4 wraps,
  • 3 were BLT wraps. One of my favorite wraps.
    • 1 side of baked beans.
    • 1 side of macaroni and cheese.
    • 1 side of tortellini pasta.
    • 1 yeast roll.
  • 1 grilled chicken wrap. Not as good as the BLT but still good. Of course it’s good. I made it. No side with this wrap. *sad panda*
• I had a whopping total of 6 pulled pork sandwiches.
  • 4 were smaller sandwiches.
  • 2 were larger sandwiches with sides.
    • 2 side of baked beans.
    • 2 side of macaroni and cheese.
    • 2 yeast roll.
    • 1 slice of Dorthy’s strawberry cheesecake (I love that woman.)
• 1 Burnt End Sandwich. I didn’t want this. I don’t like Burnt Ends. But they mixed up handing the sandwiches to us. When I took a bit (without looking), I noticed their error. Eff you, Jake ate the Fat Man. You ruined my lunch.
• 2 BBQ Brisket Sandwiches. I do love BBQ. Far too much. Damn, that sheet is good!
  • 2 sides of macaroni and cheese.
  • 1 side of baked beans.
  • 1 yeast roll.
  • 1 piece of white cake with frosting.
• 1/2 of a Grilled Club. I got busy at work and didn’t get the time to enjoy it all.
• 1 Bacon Cheeseburger (lettuce, tomato, cheese, bacon, ketchup…)
  • 1 order of tator tots on the side.
• 2 Foot Long Beef Hot Dog.
• 1 Angus Beef Hamburger

Lunch:

I visited the pizza joint called ‘Pizza Street’. Went there with my sister. When there, I had…

• 1 visit to Pizza Street.
  • 1 slice of Pineapple Ham Pizza.
  • 1 slice of Alfredo Pizza.
  • 2 slices of Baked Potato Pizza.
  • 2 slices of Pepperoni Pizza.
• 1 foot long cold cut combo.
• 1 6 inch cold cut combo. (would have been a foot long, but couldn’t finish it for some reason.)
• 1 visit to Philly Time.
  • 1 Deluxe Philly Steak.
  • 1 Philly Time Chocolate Chip Cookie.
  • 1 side of Philly Time Onion Rings.
• 3 McDonald’s 20 piece chicken nuggets
  • 6 sweet and sour sauces.
  • 6 BBQ sauces.

Dinner:

• 1 visit to Ming Garden.
  • General Tso Chicken and steamed rice.
• 2 large Papa John’s Cheese Pizza (12 slices total)
  • 7 hot slices
  • 5 nuked slices
• 11 Papa John’s Cinnamon Sticks
• 1 Tostino’s Cheese Pizza (BURNT!!)
  • I finally got the oven fixed!
• 1 Tupperware of Fettuccine Chicken Pasta made by my friend. (thanks, babe!)
• 2 Slices of Minsky’s Taco Pizza

DISCLAIMER: I am really not too sure what I had for lunch and what I had for dinner. I tried to keep track of it by marking what I had for lunch and what was for dinner. But I slip. I try to judge. Usually, I skip lunch. I am just too lazy to leave the house. By the time I do, It’s about 5 or 6. I like food. I do. Just lazy.

Drinking Snacks:

• 1 Butterfinger Bar. Was at the bowling alley. I like to make note that I cannot play. I think I scored a 50. Maybe 60. I don’t know. I can’t bowl and my co-worker Adam can’t dance.
• 1 8 piece mozzarella stick basket at 54 Street.

Desserts/Snacks:

• 1 Snickers Bar.
• 12 Cookies.
  • 2 Jumbo Monster Cookies.
  • 4 Jumbo Chocolate Chip Cookies.
  • 4 Small Chocolate Chip Cookies.
  • 2 Small M&M Cookies.
• 1 Strawberry Strudel
• 1 Box of Hot Tamales (went to see, Dinner For Schmucks)
• 2 Single Off Brand Peanut Butter Cups (mini)
• 1 Yeast Roll.
• 4 Tator Tots

Taste Testing:

• 1/3 size Pancake on a stick (with sausage link inside)
• 1 piece of Polish Sausage

Misc:

• 18 Valerian Pills
  • Don’t think I am dying anymore. I just take them cause.

Coffee:

This is a shocker. I had only 48 coffees this month. This is the lowest number I have had all year for coffee. I don’t know why. I have been coming in later to work than normal. Maybe that is a reason why. It’s okay. I am sure next month (August) will be back to normal. I need my coffee. I like my coffee. It’s my drug. Let’s see where each of those cups came from.

• 15 of those were from Starbucks. More than last month. I only had 9 last month. I have been finding myself going their more than usual. Not a big deal. I was just happy I was cutting back on it.
• Normally, I can have close to 40 cups of coffee from work. This time around, I only had 20 of the small cups of coffee from work. That is a huge difference from the normal. Last month, I had close to 50. 47 to be exact. What on earth did I do to totally eff up my normal intake?
• The last of my coffee came from Bob Evans. I made 4 trips there. From all the refilling and my carefully and precise calculations, I had 13 cups of coffee from Bob. Which is about right. I have about 3 cups per visit.

Soda:

Still my weakness. Something I doubt I will ever kick to the side. Gal at work is already at 2 weeks. Maybe less, maybe more. Still, she’s doing fantastic. I did it for a week. It wasn’t what was killing me. I thought it was. So since I took the caffeine out of the ‘why am I dying’ pile, I went back to over indulging in the sweet, sweet soda. Aside from my unnecessary babble, I had a grand total of  63. Sheet! It went up from last month. Even if you include the week without soda, it’s still more.

• 58 were Cokes.
  • 25 of those were had at work.
  • 25 were cans of Coke.
  • 3 were from McDonald’s. All large sizes.
  • 1 was from Burger King. If I was to edit the total amount of soda, it would be 62 3/4. I really only drank 3/4 of the coke from Burger King.
  • 3 were the 20 oz. plastic bottles of coke.
  • 1 was at the movies. I saw, “Dinner for Schmucks“.
• 5 were Pepsi’s.
  • 2 were had at Pizza Street. Just a one time visit. Went back for a second cup.
  • 1 was had at Philly Time.
  • 1 was had at Ming Garden.
  • 1 was a can of Diet Pepsi.

Juice:

Not much just this month. I only had 7.

• 4 of those juices were Orange Juices I had at Bob Evans.
• 1 was a small minute maid juice I had at work.
• 2 small servings of a punch we made at work one day. It consisted of (squirt, hawaiian punch, pineapple juice)

Water:

I don’t know why I am bothering putting water on the list. Maybe I feel I need to as a reminder that I need to keep drinking it. I have been drinking it. I take it when I take a pill. I ran out of the pills last month. I just don’t drink water now. Oh well. For the month of July, I had a total of 27 waters.

• 1 was at the local bar. It must have been a crazy night. I bet it was.
• 17 were had at home after I took a pill or if I was being good, a glass before bed.
• 9 were at work. I was outside, working in the heat.
  • 3 were 20oz. sizes.
  • 6 were 10oz. sizes.

Alcohol:

Look at me. Every month, I get closer to killing my liver. I am sure if I was to ever meet my liver on the street, he’d kick my ace. I had a total of 68 beers. Compared to last month, I had 43 more this month.

• 65 were my favorite beer, Bud Light.
  • 58 of those were long neck bottles. I don’t like cans.
  • 7 were had at the local hangout, 54th Street.
    • 5 were the tall mugs.
    • 2 were the smaller mugs. I tend to always get one more and the last one is always a small mug.
• 2 were Coor’s light bottles.
• 1 was a Miller light bottle.

I haven’t had Captain Morgan is such a long time. I need to get back to it. The bottles are still sitting on the top of my fridge. Maybe I’ll get the balls to dabble in the delicious rum I once craved all the time.

Etc…

To finish of the list,

• 3 were the 32oz. size Fruit Punch Powerades.
• 1 was a pint size of Belfonte Chocolate Milk.

There you go, kiddies! I know you were all wondering what the eff I drank last month. Above is the crap I put into my body. Make sure you click on the next post to see the food I ate.

I hope this makes him happy.

His closet was full,

Of his knicks and knacks,

His pants and his ties,

His shoes and his slacks.

But unlike mine,

And unlike yours,

His closet held,

Just a little bit more.

Secrets grim,

And secrets vile,

Secret one,

Was a young, small child.

Of so many children,

Such a sad little boy,

No mother and no father,

No friends and no toys.

Adam found and snatched the boy,

Along the ocean’s coast.

And with a blade,

The boy was flayed,

And turned into a roast.

He ate the boy,

But not too fast,

He savored every bite.

He finished up,

With blood in a cup,

And drank it with delight.

He used the bones,

To pick his teeth,

Of morsels in the cracks.

He took the remains,

And clothes, blood-stained,

And placed them in a sack.

The taste of flesh,

was all still there,

he smelled it where he went.

And secret two,

Was nothing new,

A woman he once met.

At the bar,

She sat alone,

Just nursing on a beer.

And here came Adam,

And she found his handsome,

And asked him to sit near.

After drinks,

He took her back,

To his house,

Just down the street.

And once inside,

He must decide,

How to make the night complete.

He went upstairs,

And yelled her name,

And she answered to his call.

He grabbed her arm,

To cause her harm,

And pinned her to the wall.

With a hammer and nail,

He pounded twice,

And drove them through her wrist.

With her body jerking,

And his face smirking,

He leaned in for a kiss.

He kissed her cheeks,

Then ate her lips,

Her meat was so ever lean.

He chewed the flesh,

That was so fresh,

And licked his fingers clean.

The girl was dead,

All drenched in blood,

A hole inside her chest.

He grabbed her liver,

To eat a sliver,

And swore to eat the rest.

Her body was limp,

But Adam was not,

He craved for something more.

He took his stance,

And dropped his pants,

And went in for the score.

Secret three,

And secret four,

Were just like,

One and two.

And secret five,

Is still alive,

And hopes to make it through.

Now after five,

YOU could be six,

and suffer the same fate.

So run away,

But if you stay,

You’ll end up on his plate.

Kent, Kenny and another officer went upstairs to the room where David was killed. “See Kent, I told you a complete mess.” Officer Kenny looked around. The body of David was still of the floor. His hand still clutching the bed sheet. Blood was splattered on the walls and dark red stains were soaked up in the carpet. The body of David Stone had a total of ten wounds in him. Each one the nail was sticking out. A nail was even sticking out of his what use to be his left eye.  “What are these kids doing today?” Kent asked himself.

“Well sir.” Kenny said. “Since tat movie Scream came out, teen homicide has risen.” John Kenny shook his head in sadness. “Those kind of movies make me sick.”

“What kind of person would do this?” asked Officer Kenny. Kenny took a few pictures of the scene for file. He walked over to Officer Robert Edwards. “Hey Bob”, as everyone called him. “Really what kind of person would do this?”

“A really sick person. Kent you have any clue who did this?” asked Officer Bob. Kent got up and walked over to the other two officers. “I know who did this.” He said.

“Who?” asked Officer Kenny. He was totally shocked that Kent figured it out with such little evidence. “We don’t need to look for now Steve Beker, but we do need to visit our friend, Pit Weston.”

“Him? Are you sure?” asked Officer Edwards. Kent smiled. “ He killed three people. All of them have no relations to each other. First we have the story he told us. He said Dewey and him had a fight and Dewey stormed out and walked home. We got a call from a student at their school who overheard Pit talking about stopping by the woods to show Dewey something. There is our major clue. They had no fight. They never even went to the store. Pit took him to the woods by his house and killed him there. That is are second death. Then we have David Stone. He lives right next door to Dewey. Why he killed David, I am unsure. This kid is the killer.” Officer Kenny butted in.

“What about the other killing? You say there was three killings. Who is the third?”

Kent put him finger in the air and caught a breath. “I was getting to that. About a mile from Pit’s house, a Nancy Larson was found dead. She was also brutally murdered. A neighbor of hers called us telling us he saw a truck pull up to her house and saw a person enter and leave through the back door.” Kent took a second breath. “I wan this kid watched. We cannot take him in till we have a stronger case. I want to catch him in the act.”

Mrs. Stone walked into the room stilled dressed in her curlers and nightgown. “Have you caught the killer yet?” she asked them.

“No I am sorry, we haven’t. It appearances that he was using an alias. There is no Steve Beker.” Kent told her the upsetting news.

“So the killer is still out there? He can strike again and kill more people? How long are you going to let this go on before you stop it?” for a woman of her appearance, she was actually very smart.

“Ma’am, do you our did your son know a Pit Weston or a Dewey Weiss?” Kent was hoping she would say yes and give him more reason to pull Pit in to custody.

“I know Dewey Weiss. David and him are friends. But that Pit kid, I have never heard of him. Are you saying that Pit and Dewey are the killers?” she was shocked and amazed that someone close to her was no more then a psychopathic killer.

“Well Mrs. Stone three people are dead, one being a woman, another being your son and the other being Dewey Weiss. We are certain that Pit Weston is the one behind all of it. I was hoping you could help us in this case with an insight about the kid, but you can’t.”
Pit was at home packing up his clothes inside a suitcase, ready to leave town. David Stone was dead and now his mom will be all right. He was ready to leave town to work on the mission. “Pit.” The voice said. “Pit, you know you cannot leave yet. It’s Kent. We need to get rid of him, before he gets rid of you.” The voice told Pit.

Pit didn’t bother to ask questions. He was already aware of Kent and who he was. “I know he is here to kill me. I’ll get him in the woods. There I will hide, and when the timing is right, I’ll cut his throat.” Pit was getting darker and darker. He wasn’t relying on the voice for help. It would be only a matter of time before Pit had no real feelings for anything. It would soon be time for Pit to be no longer Pit, but in a way become the voice.

Pit walked out of the room and walked into his mom’s room. “Hello mom. I’ll be back later. Is that alright?” he asked her.

“No Pit. I want you to stay here. I never see you anymore. Besides, I don’t want anything happening to you, like what happen to that Weiss kid.” She said.

“But mom, I need to go. It is important!” Pit pleaded with his mom. His mom still said no. “Pit I am telling you for the last time, now get in your room and stay there for the night!” she yelled for the first time in a long time.

Pit didn’t take to kindly to her demands. “Mom, it is time you learned who is in charge now.” Pit pulled out a kitchen knife he had in his backpack and went for his mom. “Pit!” she screamed. Pit stuck the knife into her chest ten times. It took only twice to kill her, but the power he had inside him, he continued just to see the blood and hear the sound of the knife entering and leaving human flesh. “What did you do Pit? You spent all this time trying to save her, and now look?” the voice said.

“Shut up. I don’t need you anymore. You told me to be strong. Now leave me be or I will get you out of my head.” The voice went away in a flash. Pit was now all alone. He left his house and made his way towards the woods, where he knew Kent would go. This would be the final showdown. Pit will finally meet his match.

“Okay Mrs. Stone, now can you tell us what he looked like?”

Kent had a pad of paper ready and was ready for what she had to say.  “Well he was a white kid, I know that.”

“His hair color? What color was his hair?” Kent asked her as he wrote down that the killer was a white teen.

“I’m not sure, he was wearing a hat. I do know that he had black eyes. It was funny though, his eyes were black, pure black.” She took a puff form a cigarette.

“You should quit.” Kent said to her. He smiled and so did she. “Well Mrs. Stone, I am sure this will help. Thank you for your help. And I very sorry for your lose. Take care.” Kent gave her a hug and left. He sat in the patrol car with Edwards and Kenny. “Weston is our only suspect, who else could it be?” Kent was again radioed. “Kent this is Officer Dean. We saw Weston leave. Do you want us to follow him?” he asked Kent.

“No. That is all right, I have an idea of where he is going. Put out an APB just in case. If anyone does see him, I want him brought in, no questions asked.” Kent took a left on vine and made another left on Rockland. “I am going to need an officer or two more at the place where we found the Weiss kid.” Kent turned off the radio and made his way down the street to the wooded area. “Look! There is his truck. You want us to go after him?” asked Officer Edward.

A red truck sat empty outside the wooded area. It had a personalized plate saying ‘CAMLJKY’. “”Edwards head in the woods. Remember to be on your guard. If Pit is in there, he is probably waiting for us. Be very careful.” Kent handed Edwards his gun watched as he disappeared in the woods. “Hey Sargent, you have any idea why this kid killed those people?”  Officer Kenny asked him.

Kent shrugged his shoulders. “I have no clue. But kids these day do so many things that no one can explain” Kent told Kenny.  It was less than five minutes when they heard two gun shoots go off. “What the hell is going on in there? We’re going in.” Kent and Officer Kenny grabbed their guns and ran into the woods. “We split up. You go that way, and I’ll go this way. If you see him, shoot him. I want this bastard dead.” John Kenny understood and he made his way down the path to the open field where they found Dewey a few days ago.

Kent walked down the opposite path, walking farther into the woods. It got darker and darker, with each step. Kent walked down the path. He walked as quietly as he could. From the trees, a rock came flying, hitting Kent in the back of the head, and knocking him to the ground. “Nice shoot, kid.” As Kent got up, he found his other officer. Edwards was lying on the ground with a kitchen knife sticking out of his back. “You bastard! Where are you? Lets do this face to face!” Kent taunted to Pit to get him to a clear shot. “You’re a coward Pit. A coward.” Kent was hoping that the threats would draw Pit to the open.

“You’ll never catch me Sargent. I am too smart for you.” Pit laughed and tossed another rock, hitting Kent in the arm.

“Get down here now Pit! I want to talk to you!” Kent aimed his gun to the trees, looking for Pit, but found nothing.

“I wouldn’t piss me off Kent. My mother did that and she got what she had coming. You don’t want to die like her, do you? Or do you want to die like your friend over there?” Pit laughed again and again. He found all of this funny.

“God is going to be pleased with me. I have done such good work.” Pit continued. “Once I finish you off, I will be able to continue what I started.” Pit made his way into Kent’s view.

“What do you mean by God will be pleased?” Kent had no clue what Pit was talking about.  “Your crazy Pit.”

“You see Sargent. God picked me out of all these other people to save the world. But you are trying to stop me. I am trying to give us ever-lasting life, but you are trying to stop it.”

Kent cocked the gun. “Pit your not saving anyone when all you do is kill people. It won’t give you, me, or anyone else ever-lasting life.”  Kent tried his best to get through to Pit, but nothing was working.

“No! You’re trying to trick me. I cannot let you do that.” Pit yelled louder and louder, getting the attention of Officer Kenny, who was now on his way over to Kent’s side.

“Pit give me the gun and we’ll get you some help. I want you to give me the gun. I promise I won’t hurt you.” Kent tried again, but still Pit refused.

“You’re lying! You kind of people do that. You lie to us then take advantage of us!” Pit stepped back to the tree.

“Kill him Pit!” his voice said. Pit got angry and started hitting his head. Kent and Kenny watched as he began to fight with himself.

“”Leave me alone! I am in charge in here. You made me who I am. Now get out of my head!” Pit yelled back.

“I am the one Pit. I was just using you. Now finish the job. We have more missions to complete.” The voice said to Pit.

“Leave me alone! I told you I am in charge.” Pit was losing it.

“What is he doing?” asked Kenny to Kent.

“I have no clue. I have no clue.” Kent responded,

“I am in charge of you Pit. Without me, you will be nothing!” the voice yelled back to Pit.

“I’m in charge! Now if you don’t shut up, I’ll shut you up!” Pit was on the verge of a total breakdown.

“You cannot kill me Pit. I told you that. Now kill Sargent Kent!” the voice ordered. Pit had but one choice on shutting up the voice. “I told you I was in charge! I can take care of myself, I don’t need you anymore!” Pit put the gun to his head and fired. His body swayed back and forth, till it fell to the ground.

“Jesus Christ! Did you see what he did? That kid was nuts!” Kenny said.  Kent looked at him and both looked at the body of Pit. The spree was over. Six people are dead and it could have been more. “I am unsure what happen. We have some explaining to do. No one will believe us.” Kent and Kenny waited in the woods; they sat on the ground waiting for the ambulance to arrive. This was one of the weirdest cases Kent has took and was still confused on what was going on in Pit’s head. “What ever was wrong with that kid, will forever be a mystery.” Kent said.

I had to think Long and Hard about this post, but due to the extreme comedy of it, I had to share it.

If you don;t know me for I was an Operations Manager for a world retailing giant, and recently quit and come back home to the UK for family reasons.  One thing I had to do was find a job.

The UK job market is slim pickings right now, so I pulled no strings, and out of desperation, applied for McDonald’s.  Well, I should easily be able to handle a job with McD’s right?

Wrong…

Dear J,

Thank you for applying for the position of Crew Member.

We’ve got a really rigorous selection process at McDonald’s and a large number of people apply to work with us each day.   After careful consideration, we’re sorry to inform you that we won’t be inviting you to attend the next stage of our recruitment process.

With such a high number of applications received, unfortunately we’re unable to provide you with specific feedback on your application.  Thanks for your interest in McDonald’s and we appreciate the time you have taken with your application, we’d like to wish you every success in the future.

If jobs in hospitality are of particular interest to you we would recommend visiting, www.uksp.co.uk,  the sector skills council website for jobs in hospitality, leisure, travel and tourism.  UKSP will provide you with the latest information on careers and training within the sector and allows you to search for vacancies, learn about The Good Employer Guide
and get a feel for the types of jobs most suited to you.

Alternatively, another great place to visit is the volunteering website, www.vinspired.com.  With thousands of volunteering opportunities to choose from, for which you can be officially recognised for the hours you put in, it’s a ideal way of pursuing an interest or passion with like-minded people.  Experiences like these are something which employers find extremely valuable and it’s a great way to improve your skills and your CV .

Good luck and kind regards,

McDonald’s Central Recruitment Team

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Pit’s mother laid on the couch, waiting for Pit to return home. It was usually three or four hours till Pit came home. She laid there watching television waiting for Pit to come home, when a knock came to the door. “Come in.” she said.

Two officers walked in the house, along with Sargent Kent. “Ma’am is your son home? We like to ask him a few questions?” Kent asked Mrs. Weston.

“No, no he isn’t. He left about an hour ago. What is that all about? Did Pit do something?” she asked Kent.

He smiled. “No, no.” He pulled a chair close to the couch. “We just need to ask him a few questions about a murder.”

“Oh my god! He didn’t do anything, did he?” She gasped. The idea of her son being a murderer was not on her mind. “My son is not a killer, he is a good boy”

“I understand miss. But a student at your son’s school was found dead. Also a woman was dead. We are not sure if these murders are linked, but it was said that your son was the last person to be seen with Dewey Weiss, the young boy found dead.”

Just as Sargent Kent finished, Pit walked in from the outside. He saw the cops interviewing his mother. Pit was scared. He figured they found out it was him and was here to take him away. “Son, can we ask you a few questions? It involves a very serious crime.” Kent sat up from the chair and walked over to Pit. “Pit, just tell them what you told his mother.” The voice said to Pit.

“Sure go ahead. What do you need to know?” Pit asked Sargent Kent. He began to sweat and his heart rate increased. “I didn’t kill him.” Pit was afraid and said what came to his mind. Pit thought about it and knew what he said was not right  “Pit! How dumb can you be? That is the most stupid thing to say. This is going to make you the keen suspect. You failed.” The voice told Pit. Pit understood. The mission could be over now, all due to four little words.

“I don’t think you did son. I just want to know what happen to Dewey after school?” Kent asked Pit. Kent was aware of what Pit said. He was now on the list as the one and only suspect.

“Well after school we went to the store up the road. We got in a fight about a girl. He walked out of the store and walked home. That is the last I saw of him.” Pit’s heart rate slowed down.

“Well thank you son. What was the fight over?” Kent wanted more details. What Pit told him wasn’t enough. He wanted Pit to go into more details. “Tell me about this girl.”

Back at the Stone’s house, Mrs. Stone was downstairs calling for David. “David! Let’s go. It’s time for your doctors appointment.” She called out twice and received no answer. “David, don’t make me come up there!” saying this, she made her way up the stairs, without giving David anymore chances.  “David, why aren’t you answering me?” she opened the door and saw the mess. “Oh my god! David!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and made her way down the stairs. She remembered seeing the police force outside her house. She ran outside then called out to a nearby officer. “Help me! My son is dead upstairs!” An officer saw her panicking and ran over to her.

“Ma’am are you alright? What are you saying?” he tried to calm her down, buy had no hope. “Please calm down. What are you saying?”

She wiped her face cleaned. “My son is dead! Some kid killed him.” She began to cry again and fell into the officers’ arms.

“A kid? Did you get his name? What was his name?” He tried to get any information from her, but nothing still. “What is the name of the kid that killed your son?” the officer tried one more time to get an answer.

“His name was…Steve! It was Steve Beker!” she said with relief. The horror was almost over. “Find him, he killed my only son!”

“Okay. I’ll check out the place. I’ll call up my superior and we’ll check out the name of Beker.” The officer made his way in the house and walked up to the room where David was killed.

“Who is the girl?” asked Kent. His radioed buzzed twice, till he answered it. “Kent here. What do you need?” he asked.

“Sir, it is Officer Kenny. We found another one. Oddly enough, it is the house right next to the Weiss’ house.”

“Did you get a name or a description on the killer?” asked Kent. Kent was getting closer. With a name, the spree will be over and he will have solved the crime.

“Well the lady said it was a male. His name was a Stephen Beker. I will check it out when I am finished talking to you. This is our big break.” Officer Kenny said.

Kent radioed out and continued on with the questioning of Pit. “Well kid, it seems someone else was killed. Can I ask you where you went just now?”

Pit had nothing to say. “Help me.” He thought to himself. His voice come forward but didn’t care much to help. “Sorry Pit, your own your own. This is your call. Don’t fuck it up as you did with telling that kid your name.”

“Well son, where were you?” Kent waited for Pit to answer him. Pit thought up the first lie he could. “I went to the movies.”

“Which one?” Kent asked him. Kent was on a lead with this.

“Scream. What does me telling you the movie I went to help you out at all?” Pit asked Kent.

“When was it at? What theater did you go to?” Kent was getting angry. “Listen kid, I don’t think you killed your friend. I am just asking you if you know what could have happen to him. I want this to be over just as much as you do.” Kent continued. “You think about the girl and what happen before Dewey left and you get back with me.”  Kent left the house and got in to the police car.

“I want two patrol cars around this neighborhood. If anyone sees his car leave, let me know. I want this kid followed. For some reason, I just don’t trust him very much.” Kent closed the door and they drove off, back to the Jackson Lane, this time to check out the Stone’s house.

“Pit, what was that all about? You didn’t do anything to get yourself in trouble, did you?” Pit’s mom might be a bit weak, but when it comes to her son, nothing else matters.

“No mom, I am totally shocked why they wanted to talked to me. I am even more shocked that my best friend is dead and they say I killed him!” Pit quickly made up some fake tears and ran in to his room. “Where were you? I almost got caught?” Pit yelled at the voice in his head.

“Next time, you will listen to me. There is someone you need to get rid of.”

“Who?” Pit asked.

The voice continued. “Kill Sargent Kent. He’s getting to close. We cannot allow him to stop our mission. If he does, people will die.” The voice said.

Back in the patrol car, they received a call over the radio. “Kent come in over.” The voice said. It was a bit garbled, but he could make it out.

“Kent here. What is it?”

“Sir we looked for the name, but no one matching the name Steve Beker comes up. We believe that the name is fake.” Officer John Kenny said.

“Hold on John, we will be there in just a bit. We are at the top of the road.” Kent tuned the radio out and made his way down the street to the Stone’s house. The crowd of people was still there. Kent got out of the car and made his way to the door. John Kenny met him half way. “It’s a mess sir. The kid is completely shot up.” Officer Kenny said.

Pit sat in his room. With the police coming over, he would figure they would surely suspect him. “They know it is me. What should I do? When they talk to Mrs. Stone, she will tell them my name and all is over.” Pit broke down in tears. All his hard work was for nothing. It was ended with a simple mistake.

“Get a hold of yourself kid. When they talk to her, they’ll go looking for a Steve Beker, not a Pit Weston. Your safe.” The voice said to him.

“But they will soon realize it is me. I mean Dewey is dead and I knew him. Know a kid right next door is dead. The woman I killed lives just a few miles from my house. You add it all up, the finger points to me.” Pit was not convinced. He still believed they would find him and kill him.

“Then lay low for a while. This should go over when on one is found. Then go about and start the mission again.” It was the first time the voice actually thought of stopping the mission. “I cannot afford you getting caught. If you are, it will be the end of both of us.” The voice would constantly remained Pit that it will be the end of both, if he is caught.

“Mrs. Stone?” asked Kent.

“Yes?” she stood by the door, a cigarette in one hand and a beer in the other. After each drag, she took a drink. It was sort of her way to get rid of the nasty smoke smell. “You need to help me. Some kid killed my son.” She was shaking, and couldn’t stop. The beer splashed on the floor, after each shake, the cup got less and less in it.

Kent took the beer from her. “Miss, we will find out who did this. We just need your help. If you tell us what the kid looked liked, it could help us in many ways.” Kent waited for her to describe the young man.

“I…I…don’t know. He was wearing a cap and wearing a coat. I couldn’t see much of his face.”

She was no help at all. “Can we look in your sons room? Maybe something was left by the killer.” She took a puff from her cigarette and led the officers up the stairs to David’s room.