I imagined it in my head, Edith and I are coming home from a neighborhood
meeting, and when we pulled into our driveway we saw the three of them,
drenching our front porch in gasoline. I put the car in reverse to back
away, that's when I heard the shot, and the next thing I know Edith's head
is in my lap screaming with a bullet hole on the side of her forehead, then
I felt two bullets rip into my chest and explode against the surface of a
rib or two, bouncing itself off the edge of my spine before lodging itself
into my left lung, the other was nestled right between the two major heart
valves. One of the three men is yelling at the other "Scarecrow you gonna
bring dominoes down on all of us you fucking fool" scarecrow pops the clip
out of his nine millimeter "What the fuck was I supposed to do gringo in
the car knows us Hector, I ain't trying to be getting me another nickel
homes" The third is silent "Man Hector shut that bitch up dog someone's
going to fucking hear" He points the gun at the driver side of the car "
Fuck man as if they haven't already heard the fucking nine, fucking idiot"
Hector run's over to the passenger side of the car and smash's the window
"Danny man, Shit, I'm sorry homes" He grabs Edith by her hair, she's still
screaming, he puts a box cutter to the side of her neck and slits her
throat "Fuck, Jonesy don't just fucking sit there torch the pad dick!"
Danny reach's for the door handle and stumbles out of the car "Man Danny...
Shit Scarecrow you're a fucking idiot man" Scarecrow looks at Danny "Man
fuck Me cago en la puta madre, He always thought he was better then the
rest of us anyway," Hector looked at him "Pinche wei, Put him out man,
Don't sit there and let him bleed to death" Scarecrow looks at Danny "Ay
te hautcho pinche bendito" He points the barrel to Danny' s head and pulls
the trigger. "Chale' lets fucking kick rocks ese', Fucking huta' will be
popping quick" They all run into a Plymouth and peel out leaving Edith and
me on the driveway dead.
Forgive, turn the other cheek? "What a fucking joke, Where are they bird
man" The crow cawed and lead the way.
"Diablo's, Hey bird you got the wrong place, those Vato's wouldn't show up here this ain't neutral turf." The bird just sat and watched me carefully. "Whatever you say, But like I said, unborn children's brains" I walked into the front entrance of the bar, The thick black smoke of a cigar was more than enough to give anyone cancer. "Hey check out the bujarron, the disco theca is down the street sailor" I didn't pay attention to the comment. I walked up the bar and waited "You want something partner?" The bartender was a short stumpy man with a patch over his left eye "Hector, Scarecrow, or Jonesy?" He gave me a long look "They don't come around here no more sorry" He started to walk away "I didn't ask you if they were here I asked where I could find them" He turned around a gave me a real hard look "What you want with them, only people who come looking for them either got a death wish, or a job" It was my turn to be hard "They owe me a lot, and I 'm looking to collect so once again where can I find them?" He didn't say anything "Listen pal whoever you are I think you should leave, I aint got nothing to say to you" He pointed to the door and waited "I'll leave, when I'm done getting what I want and how I get it is of little importance" He smiled a sociopath smile "You don't hear so well, I said you better leave" And he reached under the bar and pulled out a sawed off shotgun. I gave him the same smile. "You know, I bet you've scared a lot of people off with that, right?" he nodded "And you think hell one more, and I make my quarter for bartender of the year, Well I really hate to be the bearer of bad news Cyclops but..." He wasn't very fast as I snatched the gun from his hands and pointed it to the tip of his nose "But I'm not an average customer, Now where are they" he was still smiling "When they kill you, I want you to think of me" I jabbed the gun into the side of his cheek hard "Dually noted, where?" He nodded "Jonesy always nod's at his girl Clarita's house on tenth and boiler, Scarecrow love's the dog fights try him at the old stadium near the Y, And Hector, he's got his son this week, so he'd more than likely take him to his condo on eighth and bodega in eastside." I eased off the trigger "Thank you, and have a nice day barkeep" I handed his gun back to him and walked out.
"Diablo's, Hey bird you got the wrong place, those Vato's wouldn't show up here this ain't neutral turf." The bird just sat and watched me carefully. "Whatever you say, But like I said, unborn children's brains" I walked into the front entrance of the bar, The thick black smoke of a cigar was more than enough to give anyone cancer. "Hey check out the bujarron, the disco theca is down the street sailor" I didn't pay attention to the comment. I walked up the bar and waited "You want something partner?" The bartender was a short stumpy man with a patch over his left eye "Hector, Scarecrow, or Jonesy?" He gave me a long look "They don't come around here no more sorry" He started to walk away "I didn't ask you if they were here I asked where I could find them" He turned around a gave me a real hard look "What you want with them, only people who come looking for them either got a death wish, or a job" It was my turn to be hard "They owe me a lot, and I 'm looking to collect so once again where can I find them?" He didn't say anything "Listen pal whoever you are I think you should leave, I aint got nothing to say to you" He pointed to the door and waited "I'll leave, when I'm done getting what I want and how I get it is of little importance" He smiled a sociopath smile "You don't hear so well, I said you better leave" And he reached under the bar and pulled out a sawed off shotgun. I gave him the same smile. "You know, I bet you've scared a lot of people off with that, right?" he nodded "And you think hell one more, and I make my quarter for bartender of the year, Well I really hate to be the bearer of bad news Cyclops but..." He wasn't very fast as I snatched the gun from his hands and pointed it to the tip of his nose "But I'm not an average customer, Now where are they" he was still smiling "When they kill you, I want you to think of me" I jabbed the gun into the side of his cheek hard "Dually noted, where?" He nodded "Jonesy always nod's at his girl Clarita's house on tenth and boiler, Scarecrow love's the dog fights try him at the old stadium near the Y, And Hector, he's got his son this week, so he'd more than likely take him to his condo on eighth and bodega in eastside." I eased off the trigger "Thank you, and have a nice day barkeep" I handed his gun back to him and walked out.