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I sit and listen to their words
Metallica,Manson and the Byrds
What I hear is what I see
Someone please take charge of me
I twirl the chamber of my gun
I smoke a bowl of opium

Tyrus shoved the gas pedal to the floor and the world became a blur. He just knew he could outrun the cops again. “Lame Fuckers” he thought outloud. He saw the light ahead turn yellow and didn’t even think about slowing down. As he slammed into the side of the mini cooper and both cars blew apart his last thought was FUCK! The pursuit car swerved to miss the mess and slid sideways into a minivan carrying “The Rounders’ all girl soccer team. All 10 were killed instantly as was the officer and the van driver.

He lost his wife and daughter that day. He looked into the entire chase searching for reasons this happened and found something interesting. The entire pursuit was running fine, sirens blaring and strobes flashing, but the driver of the mini cooper had his music so loud, he didn’t even hear the siren so he didn’t know to pull over. He hate loud music and He think He need to do something about it!
It’s amazing what you can learn on line if you let patience guide you. He learned how to make explosive devices, home brewed napalm and even ice cream.

At two am he felt kind of stupid stopping for a red light when there wasn’t anyone else around. But he figured it would give him time to “cop-a-feel” so Garret slid his hand up Barbs skirt while he waited for the light to change. He could feel her moist warmth and smell her musky scent. He listened to the TYKES blaring out of his speakers wishing he could make it loud enough to drown out Barbs protests. Barb shifted in her seat and looked out her window. She watched as the silver cougar pulled along side. “Cool car” she commented softly” awesome tint on the windows”. Even as she made the statement the drivers window slid down. The face looking at her was older but still sexy she thought. His sunglasses matched the tint on his windows.

The pains too deep the drugs too light
I ’m gonna need some blood tonight
I’m all in black a shadow man
Specter without a home
I’m looking for the one I need
To cut right to the bone

“What the FUCK are you looking at asshole,” Garret yelled when he noticed that Barb was no longer trying to pull his hand off her pussy. The face smiled back at him and a small object flew from the cougar’s window and landed on Garrets lap. Before Garret could voice a protest the cougar shot forward and took the corner. Barb turned in time to see Garrets head leave his body just as flames sucked the air out of her and slid flame back into her, searing her lungs like charred meat.

To drink the blood to taste the flesh
To make me think I’m real
Footsteps come his blade comes out
The light shines off the steel
It’s just a dance I do each night
To help myself to sleep
Coated red I turn and toss
Until I hear dawns weep

Parson looked at the smoldering mass before him and shook his head. “Somebody get me a freaking coffee PLEASE’ he bellowed and watched a patrolman take off to do just that. “ so, what do you think sir” Parson turned his shaggy head to the left and glared at the small woman with the microphone. What He think is, is you should get your skinny ass out of his way and away from his crime scene” he then turned away from the reporter and lumbered off towards the wreck

Angela Martinez watched as the disgruntled detective walked away from her. She shook her head at the cameraman and turned her mic off. “Asshole” she muttered to herself.
“Angel” as her close friends called her was something of an enigma in this small community. Her Hispanic background and beauty had many heads turning in this ninety eight percent Caucasian suburb. No one however could say that she wasn’t the best and most beautiful news reporter ever seen anywhere. Her youth made the local women steam as her beauty did the same to the men.

From a short distance away He watched them. They were all very good at their jobs but He was just a bit smarter. After all, Parson works for me!

Parson silently viewed the gathering crowd He wanted to get a good look at the faces before they multiplied. He knew many times, the one who did the crime, liked to watch the baffled police try to figure out the “master minds” plan.

Out of the corner of his eye Parson saw Lt. Forbes, a borough commander observing from a distance. He didn’t acknowledge seeing the man and he wasn’t sure why. This wasn’t Forbes precinct. Maybe, he was driving by or had his radio on and came to see what happened. Parsons mulled through a few more reasons Forbes would be there then decided it didn’t warrant any more thought. “Cops. Go figure” he muttered softly to himself.
Parson wasn’t the only eyes that noticed Forbes in the distance. Angela Martinez had seen him too and unlike Parson, her curiosity was at full throttle. She walked across the street waving a hand in greeting as she approached the Lt. at a brisk walk almost missing him as he got inside of his car.

“Lt.Forbes” she said breathlessly “ so nice to see you again. Aren’t you a bit out of your precincts area?”
Dave Forbes looked up into her dark sparkling eyes and shook his head. “Angela, I’m a cop. Remember? We have radios on all the time.” He heard and He was close by so He responded too. “You have a problem with that?” he snarled.

Whoa, down boy!  Angela took a step back. Didn’t mean anything by it, just surprised to see you that’s all! She turned and started to walk away when Forbes yelled  “I’m sorry Angie”, just feeling a bit off after seeing this!
If Angela heard him she didn’t react or turn around, so Forbes shook his head and drove away into the early morning.
Please momma don’t bury me
I’m not really dead
It must be from the drugs I took
Or the gun that shot my head
I can hear each word you say
I just can’t respond
I don’t care what the doctors say
Im not really gone

He couldn’t fuckin’ believe fuckin’ Garret and Barb are dead! This came from the near toothless mouth of Ricky Armano, Garrets closest friend and dealer. That shits gonna cut into his cash flow he continued to bemoan his loss of friend and revenue.

Ricky and his newest girlfriend were driving down Mexico Lane towards his apartment to get high. Ricky saw himself as the next “Scar face” and tried like hell to emit that kind of persona. Unfortunately, at just over 6 feet, 120 pounds and swiftly growing bald it wasn’t working for him. He did however have the best coke in town and Bonita, (his new sweet) was going to suck as much as she could up her nose right after she sucked him in her mouth. She saw this as a fair trade.

Still lost in her thoughts she heard Ricky swearing and turned to see what his problem was now.

“Mother fucker just brighted me” he ranted. “I ll kick his ass”

Ricky pulled his car over and was just ready to open his door when the silver cougar pulled a long side of him blocking him. Ricky howled at the indignity of not being able to kick some ass and rolled his window down while flinging epitaphs right and left at the cougar’s dark windows.

As the passenger window of the cougar slid slowly down, Ricky reached under his seat for the 22 he always had there.

He felt something land on his back and sat up fast thinking the “ Cougar man” had spit on him or threw some trash on him. Those were his last thoughts as the explosion blew his head from his body. Bonita had just enough time to scream when Ricky’s head landed in her lap then the flames stole her breath and her life.

Parsons stared at the ceiling above his bed and tried not to make things from the cracks. He already had seen W.C.Fields and Barney up there and he was working on Mr. Peanut when his cell phone rang. The only ones with his cell number were Angie and his dad; it was a bit late for his dad so it had to be Angela.

‘I can’t stand that asshole Forbes’ she ranted the minute he said hello. “ He acts like no one needs to know anything about anything in this town but him”.

“Finished?” Parsons asked softly…. He always found it best to let her get it all out before he tried to converse normally with this feisty Latino reporter.
“I am..finished…for now” she purred back at him. He could imagine the smile on her beautiful lips right now “ coming over” he asked?  “Thought I might” she replied  “if that’s ok with you P.” She knew it was always ok. They had been a bit better than lovers for a little over a year now and had reached a comfort level she had never experienced with any other man she had known. Parson seemed to be able to read her every mood and her every move in bed and out. As a lover he was sensitive and voracious at the same time making her have multiple orgasms each time they made love.
“See you in a few” she chuckled at him.

No one understands the pain he felt. That fucking bitch reporter just wants a story so he decided to give her few with the time he had left. He’ll have to join his family soon but before he goes….


“TYKES, TYKES, TYKES” was the chant coming from the mini van. On the radio “Bare Bones” by the Tykes was pulsing through the chant as the six overly medicated teenagers drove down Santa Palo Blvd.

Stephie, the driver was supposed to be straight as she was the “designated driver” for the night. That turned into a moot point though once Eric (her boyfriend) got into the van as when they kissed he tongued some X into her mouth making her swallow it with a gasp. Now, all six were on their way to “Freddie’s” for a night of fun. Freddie’s sat on the corner of Pine and Lackman and was the local hangout for all those under 21 and several over who liked to cruise the young ass. Tonight, it was packed with a line out the door and a crowd in the lot all listening to music coming from several cars.

“Sounds like Hell” he thought as he cruised by. ”I ‘ll be back kiddies” he smiled inwardly, and then with a thought, he changed his mind and direction.

The explosion rocked the entire east end awake as Freddie’s blew. Luckily, at 3 am there was almost no one there. Killed were the owner and his wife (Fred and Sheila Carson) and their janitor (Joe Fine). Fred and Sheila were just leaving the club with the nights revenue and Joe was doing what Joe did, cleaning. Two more fatalities took place behind the club where the police found the body of a dumpster diver and his dog  (names unknown).

Parson stood looking at the rubble and the body bags shaking his head. He took a sip of the once hot coffee he held in his hand and winced at the acrid cold flavor. Just as he prepared to toss the cup and its contents to the side he spotted something on the ground that didn’t look like it should be there. ”We need an evidence bag please” he called out. Crouching down he took out a pen and flipped the object over. “SHeeT” his mind yelled.
As a rookie handed him an evidence bag, Parson made sure he blocked the line of vision. He didn’t want anyone seeing this until he had a chance to figure out what he was going to do; he bent over slowly and picked up the badge.

I am the dark at the top of the stairs
I am the chill that touches your hair
I  am the creature under your bed
I  am the monster that wants your head

Lt. Jack Forbes looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and swiped away at the wet coating of steam that had formed after his shower. Even the hottest water couldn’t make him feel clean anymore.
“What are you doing man” he questioned his reflection. “Why can’t you just let them rest in peace?’
Slumping to the cold tile floor, he began sobbing into his hands. Rage, loss and sorrow swept over him in huge waves of torment as the sobs racked his body. He felt such loneliness without his family, his daughter dead in body for no reason other than some fools stupidity and his wife, dead in her heart towards him because of his anger. He had thought taking  proactive steps to rid his city of punks was the way to extinguish his hatred but so far all it had done was mar his soul. He raised his eyes upwards and begging God’s forgiveness, took his service revolver from its holster and blew the back of his head out.


Part 2 is in the works and will be out before June!

She smiles and my heart flutters she winks I think of sin

she laughs and I hear voices they say she is inviting me in

her wings are silver rainbows, silken I caress her back

her skin as smooth as ice cream her flavor draws me back

as she moans she shudders, her wings beat on my face

it is my name she whispers tells me I’m in the right place

both exhausted but all aglow she kisses me in my sleep

softly disappears again into my heart, her keep

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