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" 'Spiders," Tyler says, "could lay their eggs and larva could tunnel under your skin. That's how bad your life can get.' "

-Fight Club

I Want a New Drug

And that is that. Officer Moro is dead, Cannon is dead, and Freddie is dead. I still have a trial to testify at in a little over a month, and now I have a funeral to attend in two days. Luckily they don't need me as a witness for Paul and the redhead's trial since there were so many cops there when Moro was murdered.

For me Moro's death is a blur. One second he was shouting things into my ear, and the next he was dead. After Cannon committed suicide the other officers called for an ambulance and arrested the two 'conspirators'. To me it seemed pointless. I knew officer Moro was dead the moment the bullet hit him. I liked him too much for him to live. That's just how my life is.

I can't help but feel that the whole night was my fault. After all I had been the one who called Moro, who had brought him into the 'James Bond' plan. I should have just went out there on my own. I should have just let Cannon kill me. My life isn't worth near as much as Moro's was. But I had to be selfish and cowardly. I had to pull someone else into my shit since I couldn't deal with it myself. Why did my father always have to be right?

"You know Jack, it's kind of pointless being here if ya' aren't even gonna watch the movie," Bobby tries to state sarcastically. It really comes out more concerned. He, Angel, and Jerry had thought it would be a good idea to get out of the house and get our minds off things. But since all I can do is sulk like an angst-full teenager, it's not working out as planned.

"I am watching it," I reply defensively. I seem to be on the defense with everyone lately. Get them before they get me. In actuality I kind of wish I could just curl up into a ball and cry into them. To tell them I'm sorry a million times over. Suck it up Jack, I tell myself impatiently, you're not a little kid.

"Alright fine," He answers in his I'm-pretending-I-don't-care tone.

"Hey…Psht, hey Jackie," Jerry calls in a not-so-quiet whisper, kicking the back of my seat.

"Jerry…what do you want? People are trying to watch the movie!" I answer back in an even more not-so-quiet whisper. He looks around to the people beside him and Angel and mouths 'sorry'.

"Jack…how far can you throw?" He continues. His bizarre question gains the attention of me, Angel, and Bobby.

"I…what do you mean how far can I throw?" I ask back. He gives me an exaggerated 'duh' look like it should be obvious.

"You ever play baseball?" He questions. I shake my head no to which he hands me a handful of popcorn anyways.

"See that woman up there?" He says pointing. The three of us look in the direction of his pointed finger. "The fat one with the big ass head? Can you hit her with that? I can't see a damn thing and my aim sucks," I look at him amazed but Angel and Bobby nod understandingly.

"Are you kidding me? I can't hit her with a handful of popcorn!" I exclaim. I swear sometimes my brothers are insane. He groans getting shushed by the people beside him.

"I'll do it!" Angel volunteers, grabbing a handful out of the bag.

"No Angel! Don't! You'll get us kicked out!" I hiss, also gaining some evil glares from other audience members.

"So what, it's a boring movie anyways," Jerry answers.

"If it's boring then why do you need to see it?" I ask back exasperatedly.

"Because I deserve the right to watch a crappy movie, same as everyone else!" He declares stubbornly.

"Here goes!" Angel warns, flinging the popcorn in the direction of the lady. It falls a row short, hitting an elderly couple instead. They turn around and glare in our direction sharply as I lower myself deeper into my seat.

"Angel! What the hell was that? Jerry, give me the bag. Let big brother show you how it's done," Bobby orders cockily. He takes the bag from Jerry and flings the whole thing at the lady's head. While some of it hits her, most of it spills out before making it there, spilling over teenagers, little kids, and parents.

"Hey! Who the fuck threw that?" A kid around Jerry's age yells. I stifle a laugh, but my brothers don't bother to hide theirs.

"You fucking-" The kid hollers at us, grabbing what seems like his girlfriend's coke. He throws it at us, causing it to spill all over me and the preteens beside me. The sticky liquid runs down my face from my hair, and I wipe it out of my eyes no longer able to keep from laughing. By now the whole theater is watching the action, some joining in on it. Random candy, popcorn, and drinks are being fired off, while mothers run to the doors with their young kids in hand.

"Bombs away!" Angel yells in pure enthusiasm as a large bucket of popcorn flies over our heads. The four of us are practically on the floor laughing our heads off when it hits an old man in a business suit. Instead of yelling, the man picks it up, ready to launch back out into the crowd.

"Stop! Everybody out! Now!" A security worker screams, barging through the doors. It becomes silent, except for a few laughs here and there, as the man shakes his head in disgust.

"I want all of you out of here!" He bellows. I look around at the trashed movie house, the laughing kids, and the soda-soaked teenagers. My brothers did this, I think proudly, how many kids have big brothers who can cause all this?

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Ma wasn't the least bit upset when we came home wet with soda and banned from the local movie house. Actually all she said was,

"Another one? That's the third movie theater that's told you not to come back."

"Yeah well, we paid eight dollars to be entertained. And that movie sure as hell wasn't entertaining us," Bobby had explained logically. She had only laughed and asked what we wanted for dinner.

"You know, Christmas is almost here," Bobby says randomly at dinner. The four of us nod vaguely. Ma stops eating and touches my hand.

"Yeah, it'll be Jack's first Christmas with us." Ma reminds them. I try to shrug it off, but they'll have none of it.

"Damn, that's right! I didn't even remember that," Jerry comments, shoving his food in his mouth. Ma scowls.

"Jerry, eat slower honey. It's not going to disappear," Made chides amusedly.

"Yeah man, it feels like Jackie's been here forever," Angel agrees. I open my mouth to tell him not to call me that, that I hate being called that, but then I decide to let it go. If only this one time.

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