Sizzle, sizzle. I woke up to the smell of bacon. The sun was shining through the windows and and Shannon was in the kitchen, frying bacon. Seems like a good start to a good day. Better get up and get dressed, I think to myself. Jeans, old T shirt, steel-toe boots…
Walking toward the kitchen, I spot Vaty and Paul on the couch watching the news. “What’s going on?” I ask. ” All clear” Paul replied with a melancholy smile. “I’t was a chemical attack by a homegrown extremist—now terrorist—group withing the alt-right who called themselves ‘The Third Right’. They set a chemical bomb under the 880 overpass on High st. in the shanty-town right there next to the shell.” “Can you imagine if it went off?” Vaty said. “Oh it didn’t go off?!” I asked with shock and relief. “Naw, the news said that they believed a homeless man thought it was an old electronic and he clipped the cables and shit for copper to recycle for cash. that’s why only he and a few other homeless people were affected. just whoever handled the shit inside it, I guess. That would explain the junkies at the bridge, I think to myself.
“They Call themselves ‘The Third Right'”?! Fucking assholes think they’re so clever”, I say with disgust. “How’d we know it was them?” “They themeselves fuckin’ said it was them. They said that the liberals are the cause of this countries problems… That they open the borders and let illegal aliens in to steal American jobs. Que they take money from hard-working Americans to give it to fat lazy black people, that this and that, sabe que y sabe cuanto, and that they were gonna put an end to it. One way or another.”
“Fuuuuck… Was it the only bomb?” “Yup.. At least for now.” … “What do they mean chemical attack, what kind of chemical, what, like mustard gas?” “Nah, some unknown shit. They’re looking into it. They said that the people who got affected were extremely violent and incoherent.” “Like someone cranked up outta there mind, huh?” ‘I guess”…
I greet Shannon with a “Hello, my love” and a hug. “Hi sweethear” she replied, “did you hear about all the shit?” “Yeah… I heard… People are crazy”. “Yeah… … … I made bacon…” “You sure do know how to cheer me up, babe”. I smiled at her and she smiled at me. “Oh! the hot water thing broke. it just spins and spins.” “What, the knob?” “Yeah, that thing”. I walk over to the sink and take a look. “Yup.” I grab a screwdriver from the kitchen drawer with random tools in it and unscrew it. “Yup. The little plastic gear stripped. I guess I better go to Encinal Hardware and get a new one”. “Ok baby”. I grab a strip of bacon and start walking away. “I love you”. “I love you”.
“I’m going to the hardware store”, I announce in the living room. “I’ll come with you” replied Paul, setting down his laptop. And we walked out the front door into the sunshine.
Encinal Hardware is a short walking distance away. Three or four blocks.”I was reading online; people are saying that that chemical is some fucked up shit”. “Shit, I bet, man. Some chemical warfare ass shit, yo.” “Yup.” As we got to the store… Walking down the plumbing isle, looking for a little piece of shit plastic gear, I hear a woman say loudly “Sir, you cant be back here. Sir! Sir!! SIRAAAHHHH!!!!! HEEEELLLLLLPPPPP!!!!!” fuckin’ run over there, it’s the casheer behind a counter, and a fucking man mawing her. Blood gushing form her jaw and neck and shoulder as she fights and screams, “AAAHHHH!!!” another employee yells “Susan!!” as he runs over and starts beating the fuck out this guy just fucking eating this woman! They’re on the ground wrestling in blood and the poor woman is fuckin’ screaming her guts out. Before I knew it, Paul jumped over the counter and helped the woman applying pressure to her neck. “It’s ok, it’s ok, you’re gonna be ok” he’s lying to the woman. She’s clearly fucked. Meanwhile, the other employee is still on the ground, fighting this dude who’s spitting blood all over his face, lunging at him with his teeth trying to bite him…
I grabbed a 3-foot pipe wrench and somehow got my big ass over the counter in one swoop. Standing over this fuckin’ madman, I cocked back and swung that wrench like a sledge hammer, caving in his back. he fuckin’ stopped attacking and laid there convulsing. Fingers twitching, head shaking, and these fucking teeth mawing at the air. The employee scurried backwards covered in blood, in shock, trying to understand what just happened. The woman’s screamin’, crying, fuckin’ freaked the fuck out. I fuckin’ cock back again, and let loose with all my might. Wrench whistling as it cut through the air. HwoooPLOOOFF!! Teeth flew and blood spattered, and the guy stopped moving.
I look over at the male employee, he’s just sitting there, still as can be, gazing, dumbfounded, in shock. I look back at Paul, shaking my head in disbelief, to which he responded the same. The woman… the woman’s sobs started turning to laughter. Laughter!! Sobs and sadistic laughter. Paul get’s up and takes a step back. the woman sits up, and lunges for Paul! Ninja fuckin’ reflexes, yo, he jumps back. And the woman, on her hands and knees, starts crawling towards us… “What the fuck, man?!” he yells. The lady continues towards us. He looks at me… “You’re gonna have to kill that bitch, man” I say to him. He looks at me, he looks back at her… I saw it in slow motion. Silver shining with his subtle wrist, he’s a maestro conducting an opera. The stainless steel blade was hypnotizing as it danced in his hand. Like a hot knife through warm butter, he effortlessly sank the engraved blade into her skull.
Grizzly De Haro 