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Date Posted: 13:57:41 01/24/02 Thu
Author: chaco
Author Host/IP: spider-tk041.proxy.aol.com / 152.163.206.191
Subject: what up bitches

It was supposed to be a fun, get-a-way from home type of ordeal. Jerry approached me at work half an hour before I got off with a crazy notion to pack up and head to the coast. It wasn’t the actual notion itself that intrigued me, but the way Jerry proposed the idea.
“Bitches galore,” he said. “Bitches, bitches, bitches.” I have to admit, his maleness amazes me sometimes. I mean, to hear him excite himself over the possibility that he may actually get some tail at the beach in the middle of winter just amused me so much that there wasn’t a chance in the world that I was going to miss this. So I left work, went home and packed a few things and at ten ‘til six we were on our way to Corpus.
I’d like to say that we had a good, joyous trip. I’d like to say that Jerry actually got some tail. I’d like to say that I didn’t end up in a Mexican prison on the account of a drug smuggling operation that we had no part of. There’s about a million other things I’d like to say to, but can’t. Because this is a story of two harmless young aspiring writers and filmmakers who, despite all their good intentions, managed to get themselves involved in the middle of a Mexican gang war in which, even pooling all their resources, couldn’t seem to break loose of.

“Tell me who you work for.” I couldn’t see who was speaking due to the black sock, which by the way obviously had been warn to wade through a swamp of shit by the way it smelled, duct taped from my left ear to my right, unfortunately, or fortunately, I’m not really sure yet, blinding me from the interior layout of the room. I opened my mouth intending to say the name of my present employer, which was Domino’s Pizza, but decided against it for fear that they would think I was being cocky.
“He’s not gonna talk, you know.” The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“That’s fine with me, I was kind of hoping to do this the hard way.”
“What if he really doesn’t work for Jose?”
“Bull shit!” I kind of figured by their conversation that they think I work for a rival gang. I gather that it’s probably a Latino gang too. My mom always told me I was pretty attentive to details.

“Hey mom!” I was ten at the time when I figured out my first mystery. “I think the dog dug his way out, because there’s a hole under the fence over there.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” she said. “Maybe you should be a god damned detective.” And with that she stormed into the house to fetch my father to go look for the dog. My dad emerged a minute later with a big grin on his face, shaking his keys in his hand.
“You wanna come with,” he asked me?
“Yeah!” I was always excited to go for rides with Dad. He always told me these interesting stories about his youth. Like the time he got so drunk he swan dove off the back of his truck into a puddle thinking it was pool. Or the time he and his best friend streaked through their high school on a motorcycle. He could always make me laugh, and I loved him more than anyone in the world. I though he always enjoyed going for rides too, but as I got older I realized it was more just that he wanted to get away from my mom.


SMACK!!!
“I SAID TELL ME OR YOU’LL END UP LIKE YOUR FRIEND OVER THERE!” Blood was trickling down my face from the gash above my eye. The blindfold, or sock, had slipped down from the sweat on my head loosening up the duct tape. My captors didn’t seem to mind that I was now able to see them. Maybe they felt that it was more personal now and they could take even more pleasure in beating me for information, of which I had none.
I glanced over to my right to see Jerry lying in a bloody heap on the floor in the corner. I couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not. I couldn’t really see anything too well with the mixture of sweat and blood in my eyes. But what I could see clearly now was the face of my interrogator.
“You’re not Mexican,” I said, not knowing why.
“No shit, asshole.” His face was ghost pale, and his gleaming baldhead reflected two glows from the lights in the corners of the room, giving off the effect of two white horns on his head. Fitting I thought, that I was now, figuratively speaking, face to face with the devil. Again, I glanced over at Jerry. What have we gotten into, I thought.

“Let’s get into some trouble,” Jerry said to me from the cockpit of his ’92 Mustang. “We’ll score some weed, find some bitches, toke up and get laid.” He always had things worked out. I just smiled at him and lay back in the seat to rest up for our, hopefully, long and exhausting night.
“Where are we at,” I asked?
“Just about in Austin. I was gonna wake you up an hour ago, because I saw this sweet looking titty-bar, but I decided not to get sidetracked from our main goal.”
“Which is get stoned and laid,” I said.
“Hell, yeah!”
“Well what do you say we stop for something to eat?”
“Sounds good to me.” I could tell by his complexion that he was famished and dehydrated. We stopped at a Luby’s to kick back and lose ourselves in some all-you-can-eat.

“Here, eat this.” The guy I knew sounded familiar, still sounded familiar but looked like no one I had ever met before. He handed me two slices of bread and a cup of water.
“How long have I been out?” I asked.
“It’s best if you just keep quiet until he decides to start asking you more questions.”
“Who is he?” I was trying my best to speak clearly but I was in pain from the beatings and my mouth was full of blood. “What does he want with us?”
“Trust me, just be quiet, only speak when he asks you a question and tell him exactly what he wants to hear, and you’ll be out of here in no time.”
“Who are you?” I asked, kind of hesitantly.
“… you can call me Al for now. I’m a friend whether you believe in or not.”
“Who is Jose?”
“A very dangerous, and very connected man. If you’re right in saying you know nothing about him, then that’s unfortunate for you, cause I got a feeling he’s not gonna let you go until you tell him something about Jose.”
“Is he gonna kill me?”
“Maybe.”
“Well shit on me.”

“Corpus Christi here we are!” Jerry exclaimed loud enough so that people were peaking out their windows. “Can you believe it baby! We are here!” He had a gleam in his eye that I hadn’t seen in years. Not since he got his first porno magazine from his uncle five years ago. “Now bring on the Poon!”
“Hey, Jerry,” I was always a little cautious about being in strange places with strange people. “Maybe you should keep it down a bit.”
“Why, It’s not like we live here? When we leave tomorrow, we’ll never see or hear from any of these people ever again. We have the freedom to do whatever we want!”
“Alright, but don’t come running to me when some psycho shoots you dead for waking him up at one in the morning.”
“I’ll be fine. Ok, first things first. We need pot.”

“…ugh…uh…hrmph.” Jerry started to stir in the corner. He wasn’t moving around too well, but I was relieved he was still alive. “…where..”
“Jerry, are you alright?” I knew it was a stupid question, but I didn’t know what else to say.
“Where are we?” He could still speak. Things were looking better. The tension in my gut was starting to ease now that I knew he was ok.
“Listen, their gone now, but they’ll be back. I don’t know what happened. All I remember was smoking that joint. Then I woke up and you were there bleeding to death and I was in this chair. I don’t…”
“That fucker set us up…”
“What!”

“Yeah, I gotcha,” Jerry place the phone back on the ringer and grinned at me like Jack Nicholson in Batman. He place his hands on my shoulders and started to rub them. “You…shuh…are…shuh…my number one…shuh…gu..guy!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Jerry walked over to the bathroom. We got us a hotel right outside of Corpus, because the ones in Corpus were way too expensive. I mean, hell, us pizza boys don’t make that much money. Jerry undid his fly and started to urinate in the sink. He had this phobia of getting with in three feet of a publicly used toilet. There was an actual terminology for it, but I couldn’t quite remember what it was.
“I scored,” he said while whizzing.
“So what do we do?”
“We meet him at the corner of Chissam and 5th. I guess there’s some nightclub there. I figure, we get the weed, kick it in the club a little bit, and then go scope the beach.”
“Sounds like a plan. So, just one question, how did you get the weed so fast?”
“My cousin Jose.”

“That mother fucker…” Jerry had been repeating the same statement for the past ten minutes.
“Jerry, how much weed did you get from him?” I had a hunch but I wanted him to say it.
“Ten pounds.”
“MOTHER FU…..YOU LITTLE….FUC…COC……SON OF A BITCH!” Fuming I glared at Jerry, my face red with anger. “You slimy little shit. You lied to me. You didn’t want to come down here to score some ass, you’re a fucking dealer now aren’t you?”
“Listen, I’m sorry…”
“NO, SHUT UP! I’m doing the talking now. These assholes are gonna come in here and beat me some more and I’m gonna tell them all about you and you’re damn cousin. I am not dying for your ass.”
“Please, tell them whatever you want about Jose, just don’t mention I work for him. I’m begging you. Say we scored from him and were smoking his shit. Please don’t tell them I work for them.” For the first time in the tenure of our friendship, I actually saw Jerry cry. He was honestly scared to death. And why shouldn’t he, he thinks he’s about to die.
“Fine, I’ll cover you, but I’ll be damned if you don’t owe me your fucking life.”
“You know I will.”
My heart skipped a beat when the door creaked open. The pale, bald man limped in with a cane in one hand and a gun in the other. I hadn’t noticed his disfigurement before, probably cause I only saw him sitting down. “Well boys, I got some bad new and some good news.” He had a sick smile on his face that I really didn’t like. “So what do you want first?”
Neither Jerry nor I said a word.
“Fine, I’ll choose then. First, Jerry, is it? We found your cousin Jose, and he is now in the other room with about ten bullets in his head. So the good news is, we don’t have to interrogate you anymore.” He threw his hand in the air and opened his mouth wide as if to cheer. “But unfortunately, you guys have seen our faces and we can’t let you go like that, because believe it or not, there are some people who would love to get their hands on me. He he. Aaah, so I’m afraid We’re gonna have to kill you. Al?”
Al emerged from the doorway right on cue, also carrying a gun and walked over to Jerry. He leaned over and whispered in Jerry’s ear. And whatever it was he said to him made him burst into tears. Then Al lifted the gun to Jerry’s head and pulled the trigger.
“YOU FUCKERS! FUCK YOU! YOU SICK FUCKS!” I couldn’t control my outburst. The sight of Jerry’s brains on the wall behind his body sent my body into shock and my mind into schizophrenia. I shook violently in my chair trying to break it into shards in hope that I could make a break for the door. But instead I just managed to tip it off balance and I fell on my back. Al walked over and stood above me with my head staring up at his crotch.
“Sorry, kid,” he said. “Nothing personal, it’s just business.” And with that he aimed the gun between my eyes, pulled back the hammer and pulled the trigger.

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