146 Imbationation Begins

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“Katheena, once we start down this path, there is no turning back. Are you sure that you want to do this?”


“Will, it’s about time that I joined you guys in this shit that you do.”





“Yeah, but we have done some very bad things.”

“I know. You’ve told me. So here, I will follow you. Enough said.”




“Huh. Well, cool. Chust remember this; we are all in this together, no turning back. No bail.”


She leaned over and slipped me her tongue.


Dayam. Chick was showing her mettle.


Gobless her.




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She drove her golden car with the gold-tinted windows and the giant black bird across its hood down the looooooong, tree-lined lane.



Joey said, “Are we there yet?”




Indeed, as we crept along, the road ahead stretched off into the night sky, where Plutonian shores awaited us. Pluto has a moon called Charon, and it is the farthest moon from our sun that can reflect its angry light.




The crown of a lovely, old mansion peaked over a grass-covered dune ahead, and then the palace grew upwards into the night sky.



“Oh. My goodness, Will. What the fuck?”

“I know. Minacca has money. Told you.”




Joey whistled. “Dude. They have a wine cellar?”


That was not appropriate.






“OK Katheena, now don’t forget. You need to continue on to the land keeper’s building straight ahead. The car garages are on the other side of this place. There is a huge fountain sitting there in the middle of the circular part, but ignore it. Chust drive straight past it.”


“OK. Thanks for the second by second updates, Will.”




I smiled. “Sorry. The gin is kicking in.”

She giggled. “Yup. Me too.”




The fountain appeared, and we saw that there were limousines parked all around it. Other cars of various, expensive design and purchase were arraigned on the far side of the circle, in a lot.


A cloud of smoke arose from where those were parked. Chauffeurs gathered there to gossip about their bosses and smoke cigarettes.



Katheena said, “Oh. Fuck.”


I said, “Katheena, just keep going, don’t stop, don’t speed up. Do Not Panic.”


Joey said, “There is a partay going on!” Joey was fully into the gin buzz now.





We should have done a three-point turn. But we didn’t.




Ya know.









We slid quietly by the large circle, and I could see the faces of those men in their driving suits and caps. Most of them held ciggies in their hands, and one was handing a silver flask to another. They were too busy gossiping to notice such a long, golden car on the other end of the driveway, where no overhead streetlamps would make it glint and sparkle.



We were stealthy.




Katheena reached the structure, and then she slowly crept her car to the right, and then reversed to back it in on the other side, in the dark.



We had made it.


But what the hell was going on this night? We will find out, my friend.



“Will. How do we get in?”


“Weeeee-illllll! We will walk in through the front doors like we own that fucking place! Like a fucking boss.”


“No, Joseph. There’s a servant’s entrance. There’s a stair well that leads up to the third floor.”






“Will, how did you enter this place when you came here that day?”


“Well, Katheena, I went in through the front doors.”





“And from where did you exit?”


“Uh, from the front doors.”





“So, did you get a good look at the rest of the layout of this fucking huge place while you were inside?”


“Uh, nope.”







“Will, do you think that they might have security alarms and that kind of shit?”


“Yeah, prolly. Damn.”







Little Lion Man had nailed it.



We would have to go in through the front doors. And then, try to get back out through them again, or else risk getting lost in that maze.





Joey shlurred when he shpoke. “Lesh go!”





Whoa.





Wait a minute.







Just wait a minute.






Cool?





Uh,







Nope.






Damn.






We would need twenty minutes to get in and get out.







I had something.





In case it was needed.







Fuck.






It would become our savior, our saint, and our bane.





There would be only it.

Katheena, I apologize for what I showed you. I never intended to introduce you to a high, white mountain of elation and instant power, which held valleys of shadow and destruction below it, on every side.


That was not my intention for you.


I chust was not thinking.


I chust wasn't...


Thinking






The road to perdition is paved with the stones of good intentions.



The way back up out of Hell is found with Redemption.

I wish I could redeem.



Too Late.






Sorry.

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145 Garland Imbation

Did you read the very last lines from the previous post? You should pay more attention, my friend.




Sleepy Time.



Mom had put Galen and Spamela to bed, and then brewed some of that “Sleepy Time” tea for her and Katheena before Joey and I came back in from our “palaver” with Ant Knee at the water reservoir.



Mom and I chatted about Katheena for a bit as she washed and dried her two, fancy tea cups and plates and put them away, and then she went off to bed. Only when I was certain that my home was safe and secure, then did I sneak out.


You know it baby.



In the red moonlight, I walked to the long, beautiful car sitting next to the water reservoir. My two best friends sat inside, and there awaited a freshly bought sack of ice cold brewskies.



We were going to take a trip. This might involve imbation.




Our friend had his head stuck up inside some rich bitch's pussy, and we were going to help him pull it back out.









The liar’s moon ignored we three and glowed behind clouds as we roared along to the north of Fuckno. It was important to stay away from traffic while we held imbation at bay for a bit. We would then travel along the top edge of the megalopolis towards the upper west side, where there lay fig tree orchards and stately mansions.



“You remember how to get there?”

“Yup. I drove there, and I drove back from there. I’ll let you know when to take the turns. I never knew that those huge places existed.”




“Hey you guys, ya wanna beer now?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Me, too.”



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Been a long time since I littered. Back then, everything would go out the window. Lit ciggy butt-ends, fast food wrappers, crushed beer cans. Not my problem. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, return everything to the earth.



Being such a young and ignorant asshole, I hadn’t considered how long it would take the desert to break down everything I tossed out the window. How long people would have to look at my shit scattered all over the countryside until it got washed away by a rare rainfall arroyo might take years.



Hey, don't look at me that way.


I was young and dumb.



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The highest road that crossed above the top of Fuckno back then was Herndon Avenue. It was a crumbly, sketchy line of tar, long baked by the mean desert sun into a former memory of itself. Perfect for drifting and spitting chunks.




Of course, you know that Katheena took care of her beautiful car. Better than I had my own. She was not a horny teenage boy full of mischief and hormones who showed off his driving skills as if he was invincible.




She was a horny teenage girl full of mischief and hormones who showed off her body with tight fitting clothing. The damage would be done to your head, not to her car.



I rolled down the window and chucked the empties out. Katheena punched my arm.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Hah?”




“You just threw all that shit out of the window!”

“So?”




“So? Get a clue Will! All our finger prints are on them!”

“Well, better outside than have them here in the car if you get stopped!”




“That shit just might get us stopped!”

“Katheena, there’s no one out here but us, tumbleweeds, and some old cowboy ghosts. We don’t need empty beer cans in here to bring us any more trouble. Jeez.”




Joey tapped my shoulder. “Weee-ill. Katheeeena has a place to put 'em. They slide through into the trunk from between these two seats back here. There’s a false wall in her trunk so they can't be seen. I thought you knew?”




“Wow. That’s pretty cool, Katheena. Sorry.”

She shook her head. Then she took a breath and punched my arm again.

“Fucker.”









Herndon Avenue began to get tighter, as if instead of simply ending the road and making a left turn to south, the city engineers decided to narrow the road. Soon we would be on a tightrope.




And there it was. This was the turn that led to the hidden parts of Fuckno, from the north end. Doubtless there were other, better paths that the extremely wealthy used to arrive home. Hell, they might even have helipads and landing strips.




Katheena turned onto Garland Avenue from Herndon Avenue and headed south.


Yes, Fuckno had Avenues that ran from East to West, and they also had Avenues that ran from North to South. Most cities will help out the navigator by differentiating the X axis from the Y axis with Avenues crossing Streets. Well, now you have an idea about Fuckno.


Soon we would cover roads that were not indicated on any map. I wonder if they still are that way these days.


Huh.



We slowed because it was dark, but I had a feel for the area.



It began to look familiar.



We came upon it.


It was a long lane of solid tar, lined with stately trees that must have been irrigated from long, buried, expensive water lines. It was, if you recall, a bit of long driveway.


We passed it and pulled to the side of Garland Avenue.



“OK. Are you sure this is it Will?”

“Yup.”



“And you know your way around inside that place?”

“Yup, I do, to a degree.”



“So let’s get our game plan together here. We need to park somewhere for a secure getaway if that is needed. Not too far away, but someplace where my Orion won’t be found.”


“There’s a land keeper’s structure off to the left, and you can park behind it. You should drive down this lane with the headlights off so we don’t announce our arrival. How fast can you do a three point turn if we need to?”




“Don’t worry about that. I know my car. Joey, you good?”

“I am fucking good fellas. You guys need to help me finish this shit off.”



We both turned back to look at him. I wondered why he had been so quiet back there. He held out a fifth of gin. The top third of it was gone, baby, gone.



Oh shit.



Well of course, now it was our time to follow him. You never leave a man behind. And you never let one go on ahead alone.


We chugged.



We were young, full of piss and vinegar, ten feet tall and invincible. We would rock.




Or not.




Either way, imbation, my friend.














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God Help You.


God Help Us All.



---willies out.















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144 UNFOUGHTEN

Happy 18th Wedding Anniversary, my Lady. I wish I could write pretty things for you. But you know me.

Let's go.










Joey closed the gate behind him.


He stepped up to us and said, “What, ya think I’d bail on you here and now?”



Huh.



Gawdamn, son.




Katheena fired up her golden car with the gold tinted windows and the giant black bird on its hood, and we flew off into the night sky.









Spamela’s eyes were wide open, and Galen wouldn’t let go of Katheena’s hand.

“Are you a real punk lady?"

“How do you get your hair to do that?”


Katheena looked like she had fallen in love.



“Hey Katheena, you cool here? Joseph and I will be right back.”

“I’m good. Hey little ladies, do you have any dolls?”



Very cute.



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Ant Knee opened the door to his mother’s duplex and said, “Hey guys. What’s going on?”

“Hey Anthony, is Sean here?”


“Nope. He’s off at his girl’s place.”



“Dayam. When will he be back?”

“I dunno. Sometimes, he gone for a week.”




From inside his duplex we heard, “Ant Knee! Who’s at da back door?”

He swung his head back inside and shouted back, “Mind your own bidness momma!”


Then he stepped out and closed the door behind him. “Let’s go for a walk fellas.”



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The reservoir glinted with tiny diamonds from the liar’s moon coming up over the Sierras. It was a blood moon, and these were blood diamonds.


“Anthony, I gotta tell you, I had no idea that Sean would crash us all.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. I mean, you know how Sean is, right?”



“Huh. But to do shit like that to me and Bryan and Tellesco? Come on man.”

Ant Knee looked over the sparkly reservoir. “It was pretty fun up to that point, then you guys all went figgin. What the fuck?”



Lion Man spoke up. “Jerry had the good stuff. But that other dude who showed up, well…. He could match. And he did.”



Ant Knee looked down at Joey from over his arms on the chain link fence. “Yeah. He did. But I’d like to fuck up his shit for what he did.”


I nudged him. “Anthony, I know who that guy is. He’s called Muy Largo. He’s pretty bad.”


“Obvious. It’s lucky no one else got shot. But Jerry fucked everything up for all those big dudes.”




“Actually, that’s why we are here. I’m looking for that Fat Jerry punk.”


“Oh, he owe you some money?”




“No. He owes us some answers.”


Ant Knee looked into his palms. “I ain’t seen him since that night. No one has. But everyone’s asking. I mean, how do you show up to a party with all the good shit and make everyone happy, make a busload of connections, and then bail on everything? That fucker lost a lot of bidness. And now I look bad.”


Joey said, “I think I brought Tommy Hewitt to his fate there, because of that powder.”



We both looked at each other, then at Joey.


He said, “Don’t look at me that way. I’ve never snorted that shit, …well, I hadn’t until then. But shoot. It was me. I brought Tommy Hewitt there in my car.”



I grabbed Joey by the shoulder and looked into his face. “You think Tommy Hewitt met his end because of you?”

Joey looked up and shrugged. “There’s a lot about me that you don’t know, Will.”




Huh.




“Joseph, what happened to Tommy Hewitt didn’t have anything to do with you. That shit was from the explosions. That guy Muy Largo has to be called to the mat for what he did that night. He and Fat Jerry have to answer us some questions.”


Ant Knee said, “It was my fault for telling Jerry about the party. If he didn’t come, they would all be unfoughten.”


I looked at Ant Knee. “Is that even a word?”

He scowled at me. “You know what I mean. Maybe none of that shit woulda went down otherwise. Least of all, you and that Bryan dude would have fucking died from alcohol poisoning or someshit!”


Hah?


Joey frowned. “I should have been with Tommy Hewitt to the end. I owed it to him.”



Dayam. Now I would have to babysit Joey. I had not expected this.


Fuck it.



It was time to bail.


“Anthony, would you tell Sean that I need to talk to him ASAP?”


“Yeah, Will, I will. You guys be cool, K?”




“You, too. Be safe.”


Ant Knee’s eyebrows went up, and I headed off back to my own duplex.



Behind me, I heard Joey say, “But what if ---”


Ant Knee said, “Little bro, I keep asking myself that very same thing. But don’t pick a scab or it won’t stop bleeding.”


Huh. Cheesy ole Ant Knee was preaching to the Little Lion Man.



Yet, in his own way,


maybe he had something there.



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Katheena sat at the table across from my mom with a cup of tea in her hand. “Hey Will, I met your mom.”



Mom smiled at me. “Yeah, it was a bit of a surprise coming back from the corner store and finding a stranger here playing dolls with my baby girls.”



Katheena said, “Your mom can fight well, Will.”



It must have been the look on my face, because my mom laughed and said, “We didn’t fight! But I have to tell you, I don’t think I can take any more surprises like that Will. Please introduce me to your friends properly from now on.”


“Oh wow. I’m sorry Mom. I chust didn’t---“

They both laughed. Mom said, “We have been talking about how you just didn’t.”




Katheena and Joey made their way to the front door, and Katheena hugged me. She didn’t offer a smooch, but I took one from her anyway.




After I bade them goodnight and closed the door, my mom said, “Will, you have some very interesting friends.”


I turned around. “You don’t know the half of it.”





She chuckled and took the tea cups to the sink around the corner. I heard her say under her breath, “I like them. Remind me of my old friends back home.”






Huh.


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Sleeping.



Awakened from a nightmare, with an echoing shriek in my head, in my empty room.

Was it my own voice?


I listened.

No one stirred.


I looked around.



There was nothing.




I didn’t want to fall asleep again. I didn’t want to continue that nightmare.


A large, powerful, pale figure with a purple mohawk dyed upon his CranBerry hair, with Zeros and Xs of white medical tape over the birdshot holes in his face and neck, and chrome shin guards on his Docs, well, he sang to me.








Tic Tac Toe, baby. New math.



X O X O X O X O X O X O X O





Best I could do, my Lady.







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Like being a kid again. Another cartoon for ya.








Just don’t get anyone preggers.








Or you might turn out to be a bad daddy.







If you are a bad daddy, don’t create your fate this way.







Antidote.



Don’t steal from Jobs. We all miss Jobs.











Possibly NSFW. Tiny bikini.





Someone from Occupy Wall Street stopped smoookaaang long enough to post this.







Antidote for the above tale.











God Help You.


God Help Us All.



---willies out.

















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