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Date Posted: 10:52:45 10/06/08 Mon
Author: Jeremy fitzgerald
Subject: The Fitzgeralds

"Put those gloves on" I had almost forgot before Micah reminded me.
Micah Fitzgerald was a petty thief with dreams of owning a record company one day. He also was my older brother. I remember when we were kids and how Micah would just seem to burst with joy when watching his favorite music videos.
Right now though, he was in a zone and it was time to rob this convience store.
"Micah, hold on man should we be doing this"?
He gave me a look that gave his answer, then replied.
"Don't you wanna be in this band, the Fitzgeralds"?
he looked off into space as he said it. Dreaming once again as he always did.
"Jeremy & Micah Fitzgerald brothers in one of the biggest bands in North America".
"Don't you worry lil' bro this part won't be in our Behind the Music".
Micah and his plethora of dreams almost made me nauseous sometimes.
As always though I'd just go along with it. I thought it was one of the duties of being a good little brother.
"Alright Mick, lets do this".
Micah turned off the Metallica CD [St. Anger] and we exited the Chrysler Sebring convertible. It was a '97 and it was green. Micah had bought it with money made from stealing other cars. It was a relief to be out of the car cause it always smelled of cigarette smoke.
I don't smoke myself and really do hate the smell, its putrid.

I was wearing my black chuck taylors, a hoodie, and a mask.
Micah for some weird reason had on a mask, a tuxedo, and Timberland boots.
He told us the more strange you dress the harder it is for them to guess who robbed the place. I took it to mean that if we were a band this was the type of stuff he'd wear onstage. He might've even seen this as our first performance together, creepy. Joe Girard was with us, he was gonna be a getaway driver of sorts. He was gonna be in our band cause he was a hellafied drummer. Plus, we grew up with him.

Micah's girlfriend was with us. she was gonna be the singer in the band.
She was a great singer I can attest, but not a great songwriter. Her lyrics are opaque and incoherent. Micah and I were gonna be the guitarists. Diane was going to go in with us and make sure no customers played the hero or called any police. Crazy bitch to say the least.

I walked in first, pointed the gun at the cashier. Micah did the same and yelled for her to take all the money out the register. The cashier was a young woman, maybe about 21 years-old. Old enough to buy liquor, suck cock, and get a gun pointed in her face. I was sweating cause I was so nervous. Diane rallied all the customers into one area by the restrooms.
I could see through the window that Joe was in the car nodding like he was dancing. That jerk-off was listening to fucking St. Anger. Sucker for Lars Ulrich I guess.

Micah was putting the money into his suitcoat. the cashier had played along real well. she didn't even look too scared. It was almost too easy. I looked at her name tag, which read DAWN. As she handed the money over I said.
"Thank you Dawn, none of us wanted to kill any young ladies today".
It came out of nowhere and when it got out my mouth Diane and Micah both looked at me in mini-shock. She nodded and the 2 of us ran out.
As Micah and I were getting in the car we realized Diane was still in the store stealing cigarettes. She hopped in the car after us with a carton of Newports.

Shortly after, on our way home down Florence Street. the police flew right by us in the oncoming lane. Sarcastically Micah said, "Someone must've done something".
We laughed real uncertainly. Right as we got through laughing the police car turned around.
It was a full-blown chase. After maybe a minute of being chased
Joe had swerved cause the policeman performed a pit manuever.
The car went off the road and flipped so many times I couldn't count.
Micah, Joe and Diane died. I got paralyzed and got sentenced to prison for 25 years. In prison I worte a book about my life.
It was published and later a movie was made based on the book.
The gaurds at the Florence Maximum Security Prison never let me watch it.
They feared it would cause an uproar in the prison. They thought that I'd start a gang and then cause a gang riot or something. Jealous inmates could also try to attack me. The warden never okayed it.
Every now and again though I think of my buddies and what the Fitzgeralds would've looked like and sounded like.
With our tuxedo's masks and Timberlands.

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