Death to All
At one time there were hundreds of us, living in our peaceful little community. Hell, we never bothered anyone besides a few pesky flies. Our young would swim all day, while we would just sit around the shore, relaxing and catching some golden rays. Looking back it was like nirvana, paradise, utopia…well you see what I am getting at.
We never realized what a good life we all had until that fateful day in October. The shore grew dim as we looked up and saw the giant creatures that our ancestors warned us of. Twenty to thirty of the beasts, who stood on their hind legs, were there, all with glimmers of the hunt in their eyes. Through we tried as best we could to escape; most of our community was ripped apart that day. They were just too big, too fast, and too thorough in their pursuit.
They corralled us into some strange moving machine, and eventually they stopped at what we now believe to be a research facility. If one of us ever escaped from here, we could tell our people to move swiftly away to another land, away from such oppression and heartache. Imagine splitting up families! Brothers and sisters. Mothers and Children. How could they?
As if things weren’t bad enough, we were placed in some kind of invisible walled chamber. We could see just fine, but some kind of force held us from moving very far. Still, though we missed the homeland, they were feeding us quite regularly and not bothering us all that much, spare besides some passing glances.
One day however, one of them that I recognized from the beach incident scooped me up and flipped me on my back. There was a hard surface under me and suddenly giant steel poles pierced through my arms and legs. I squired with pain, but much to my dismay, the giant simply smiled at me! Then I saw a terrific shiny sword with a sharp point come towards me.
“Zach! Don’t start dissecting your frog yet!”
“Sorry Mr. Steward.” With that the giant just smiled at me again.

May 24, 1863

(The following was an excerpt I wrote following the battle with the Confederacy
on May 24th, 1863. I was just a private then, and was naïve. Life hardens you.
The saying goes ‘Life is a lesson, you learn it when it’s through’, and
it for my fellow countrymen and troops it couldn’t be more true.)


Bodies lie everywhere. The sun alone could not purify the soil of the horrendous altercations that had happened in the last 40 minutes or so. What had once been a peaceful meadow now echoed with the lost cries of men taken before their time. It was truly a ghastly sight. Never in the history of the country had blood been shed like this.
The corpses on the ground were like a timeline of the battle that had just taken place. At the far west end of the grass lie mostly grays and browns. They had just been trying to defend their own lives. Preserve their way of thinking. If it weren’t for a Confederate scout that happened across the Union army, who knows how lopsided this battle would have been. As it were, they barely had time to call themselves to arms. Some of the men lie facedown in the muck, while others, not yet 18, were frozen with a look of terror on their now cold faces.
On the opposite side, one could make out the Union’s charge. There were bodies sparsely scattered, but as you grew near the center of the field, they began to touch one another, and toward the extreme middle, bodies had fallen one on top of another. The United States shall be forever together they had cried. They shall have to absorb their brothers back into the family, by violence if necessary. The once blue uniforms now shaded red were everywhere. Alas the poor soul that would have to attempt a count of men lost.
The field smelled of death, both physically and emotionally. Powder from the many death cannons used in the affair still hung about in the air. So many lives lost. And for what? Though the union claimed victory in the war, over two thirds of the participants now lay deceased in some dingy grass. They would never go to see their families again. Their wives, parents, and children, all gone.
Some had been reluctant to go off to the war. Nevertheless, they went along with their respective governments like pawns. Politicians don’t keep track of lost soldiers until they get in the thousands. Everyman has a life, and should have a future. There are other ways to resolve conflicts, there always are. We as men call ourselves sophisticated, but how sophisticated can we be when we still send our brothers off to slaughter each other?

Someday this battlefield would be given a historical memorial plaque, but it won’t bring them back. Nothing will.

Exeunt

Red and White Stripes

In front of Harper¡¦s department store, Santa stood ringing a bell, perched over a small red kettle. Occasionally, a shopper or passerby would donate a dollar. It was mid December, ten days before Christmas. Snow was lightly falling and there were people scampering here and there, in and out of shops on Main Street. Cars passed Santa on their way home or on their way to eat. It was around 6 pm and the street lights were just coming on, sort of like that not-quite-dark-but-not-completely-light-enough-to-see-clearly stage. Business was slowing down for Santa, as it did everyday at this time.

From across the street, two men, hardly past their teenage years, watched him. Their eyes glowed as they anticipated what was to come. Looking from Santa to the kettle marked ¡§Salvation Army¡¨, to the now sparse shoppers. This would be the best time to rob the old bastard they had decided. One last time Josh said they should go over their plan.

¡§Trevor?¡¨ The other man continued to stare at Santa. ¡§Hey Trevor, could you not stare at him? It draws attention to us. One last time let¡¦s get this straight, I¡¦ll distract him, you just have to take the money and run¡Xit¡¦s that easy.¡¨

The other man stared back at him. Though Trevor was the larger of the two men, Josh had always been the unspoken leader. ¡§This isn¡¦t going to work Josh. Someone will see us.¡¨

¡§Look Trevor, that¡¦s why we picked this time of the day to do it, remember? Most people are gone home for the day. You know why we need that money as much as we do.¡¨

Trevor looked Josh in the eyes. ¡§Why don¡¦t you remind me Josh, I can¡¦t seem to recall,¡¨ he replied dryly.

¡§Dammit, knock it off. Now, I need a hit and so do you. We¡¦ve both lost our jobs. Our parents have disowned us. We won¡¦t make rent this week. You know that. We need money, that¡¦s all there is to it.¡¨ Josh stared back at Trevor with signs of sincerity in his eyes.

¡§Fuck! How do I let you talk me into this, Josh?¡¨

¡§You can¡¦t deny it, Trevor. Unless you can think of something better. Now, I have been watching this old man here for the last week. It¡¦s past six; he leaves at seven for the night. We make our move now or we might as well leave.¡¨

Trevor didn¡¦t answer him; instead he shook his arm in a sweeping motion indicating they should get started. The street they crossed was snow crusted. They moved slowly across it, casually walking toward moving traffic. One car almost hit them as they neared the curb. The driver screamed at them to watch where the hell they were walking.

This was the first time I made direct eye contact with the two boys. I call them boys simply because they are younger than me. I wasn¡¦t able to hear what they had been talking about for the last several minutes, but using my periphery vision, I knew they had been staring at me for most of their duration on the sidewalk.

I went back to ringing my bell, and being sure to not make eye contact with them. Stopping to shake a pedestrian¡¦s hand, I received a five dollar donation. It was more rewarding than you might think when someone actually donated money. To most people, I was known as that damn annoying guy ringing the bell outside the store I like to shop in. But it was the people that actually donated, the people that really gave a damn to help others, that made this job worth doing. I had never done it before this holiday season, but already was planning on coming back next year. The boys were stepping off the street and onto my sidewalk when I decided to make first contact.

¡§Well Happy Holidays! You guys have any spare change you want to donate?¡¨

The smaller of the two stared me in the eyes. He was shorter than me, and rather scrawny. His face showed years of hard work and sacrifice. His eyes looked like he didn¡¦t get enough sleep, as they were partially bloodshot. The hair was a nappy rat¡¦s nest of dreadlocks, which no one¡¦s parents should allow them to wear, I don¡¦t care how old they are. He wore a dirty trench coat and black boots.

¡§That depends,¡¨ Josh replied. ¡§What does this money go towards again?¡¨

¡§Josh!¡¨ Trevor shouted.

I turned my attention to the other man. He was much larger than the one he called Josh, but although he was large, he did not look strong. At one point I would guess that this man was in great physical condition, but he had let himself get out of shape. He wore a knitted cap, which was accented by lines of blue and yellow. An overly small Los Angeles Rams jacket was around his chest, and scruffily jeans below that.

Josh looked me in the eyes. The little bastards were going to try to rob me. Unbelievable. Boy, of all the Santa Clauses in town to pick on, did they get the wrong one. There had to be a hundred Santas in town at this time of the year, and they pick the only one that probably has a police record. Those shits didn¡¦t wanna mess with me. Still, I would give them one chance. ¡§Well, this money goes towards the Salvation Army¡Xit says so on the kettle¡Xand then we distribute it so that needy families all over the area can have a wonderful holiday season. I¡¦m glad to see you kids taking an interest in such matters. So what can I put you down for? Ten? Twenty?¡¨

¡§Not just yet. So how much money you guys makin¡¦?¡¨

¡§Josh! Dammit¡Kcan¡¦t you talk about something else?¡¨

¡§Shut up, Trevor.¡¨

I let my gaze flow from one of them to the other. I was stoic on the outside, but laughing on the inside. My god, how stupid can you get. Back in my day I could have pulled off a robbery a million times better than this. I hoped to hell they had a gun otherwise this would just be a waste of my time. A waste of my time that could be spent collecting money for people who actually needed it. Not some cash for some drugged out junkies. Out of pure curiosity I went on with their game.

¡§Well today is pretty good. Saturdays always are, though. I would guess we¡¦ll make somewhere around four hundred dollars today.¡¨

¡§So,¡¨ Josh continued, ¡§What would happen if someone tried to rob you?¡¨

At this I couldn¡¦t help myself anymore. I gave in to a big chuckle. ¡§Ha! Who is so sick as to rob a charity around Christmas time?¡¨

Josh lamented, ¡§I don¡¦t know. But I¡¦m sure there is someone out there.¡¨

¡§Well they would have to be mighty heartless, that¡¦s for sure!¡¨ I was cracking up at this point and actually almost doubled over with the thought of these two trying to rob me. Even if they were to get the damn kettle, they would probably end up with mug shots by the end of the night.

The boys were surrounding me and looking up and down the street. It was clear of people, save for a lone car coming down the hill. Trevor positioned himself behind me. Well at least this will be kinda fun to watch them bumble it up.

¡§You never know, though,¡¨ I went on, as if I had not noticed the obvious ambush positions they had selected. ¡§I guess something like that could happen somewhere.¡¨

Trevor now had his hand on the container. I made the simple mistake of turning my head to the kettle and was hit from behind with something strong and powerful. Volts of electricity surged through my back momentarily. It hurt like hell, but I knew fear is the last thing to show in a situation like this. I looked back to Josh.

¡§Shut up, old man; don¡¦t even try to scream for help.¡¨

Scream for help? What the hell. Did the kid think he was dealing with a twenty year old girl? Stupid, stupid, stupid. ¡§You don¡¦t want to do this, kid. It¡¦s roughly four hundred dollars. It won¡¦t be worth it in the long run. Trust me. I¡¦ve been there, been places you wouldn¡¦t like.¡¨

¡§How the fuck would you know?¡¨ Josh said. Trevor was standing alongside us and was looking nervously over the street at some shoppers just coming into view. I decided to see what exactly they were made of. That way I could tell how aggressive I needed to be to get the money back. I felt in my left hand. My bell! I had forgotten all about it. I started whipping it back and forth, and got out a few rings before Josh tapped the taser into my stomach and kicked my hand. ¡§Get that damn bell, Trevor.¡¨ Josh ordered. Trevor bent over, retrieved the bell, and placed it in his left pocket. ¡§Now, old man, you got a car around here?¡¨ I was actually drooling at this point from the electricity, and didn¡¦t answer them. ¡§I¡¦m guessing you do. We¡¦re going for a drive.¡¨

¡§Josh, what the hell are you thinking?¡¨ Trevor was pleading. ¡§We only wanted some money! A simple thievery! That¡¦s all. Kidnapping? Fuck that. I¡¦m not getting into this.¡¨

Josh glared at him, while I regained composure. ¡§Listen to your friend, kid. You won¡¦t get the money and get free. I know you don¡¦t want to kill me. That would put you in jail for life. And how the hell did you get a taser? Those are illegal as well. Sounds like you guys will be locked up for a long time. Don¡¦t do something you will regret.¡¨

¡§Look!¡¨ Josh was speaking loudly now, but still not yelling. ¡§Where is your damn car?¡¨ I motioned toward a side street ahead. ¡§Good. Let¡¦s go.¡¨

We walked in a close bunch through the streets. Trevor and I in front walked in front, with Josh bringing up the rear. They told me to smile as we passed people. Soon we were in front of a beat up yellow Dodge pickup truck. ¡§This is it.¡¨

¡§Good.¡¨ Josh looked at Trevor. He knew that Trevor was scared. ¡§Look Santa, you drive, I¡¦ll sit in the middle. Don¡¦t try anything stupid¡K¡¨

¡¨Uh, Josh? Did you see his license plate? It said ¡¥St. Nick¡¦. I don¡¦t¡¦ think this is the best idea.¡¨

¡§Well I certainly hope his cylinders aren¡¦t name Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen, then we¡¦d be in big trouble. Start the truck.¡¨

Oh my god, were these two punks pissing me off.

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The ride was long and boring. No one spoke much, other than Josh giving me directions. It took quite a while for Trevor to figure out where we were heading. The fact that it was night now didn¡¦t help. The atmosphere was still and creepy; the kind of creepy that only a fresh snow can produce. I¡¦ve seen some scary shit in my day, but Mother Nature? She can control anything that she wants. No matter what the world has, she just covers it up and remolds it as her own. We had passed a ¡§No Trespassing¡¨ sign when Trevor finally realized where we were going.

¡§Josh, we¡¦re going to Sizemore¡¦s Hole aren¡¦t we?¡¨ Josh sat quietly and pushed the taser closer to my throat in response. ¡§Man, I haven¡¦t been out here in a long time. I used to come up here when I was younger. That hole is fucking huge! And deep too! Good thinking, Josh.¡¨

As I sat there I wondered what stupid shit they would try¡Xmaking me jump? Push me? Whack me with that damn taser till I blacked out for good? ¡§You guys are actually going to go through with this? Damn. Stupid kids nowadays. You know what it¡¦s like in jail? It¡¦s not all that nice.¡¨ Josh moved the taser closer, but I kept on anyway. ¡§They stick you with some large asshole roommate, and if you are lucky and in for triple murder or some shit, they will leave you alone. If you are in for something less like robbing a bank, then tough shit. Your ass is their ass. You got that? And on lunch breaks or exercise? Holy shit, expect a broken arm in the first week if you don¡¦t become someone¡¦s bitch by then.¡¨

Trevor¡¦s jaw was almost on the floor. Josh wasn¡¦t taken aback as much, but still showed signs of uncertainty in his eyes. My plan was working, and if it didn¡¦t I would rely on Plan B.

¡§Jesus Christ, Josh!¡¨ Trevor wailed. ¡§This all started over drug money! I¡¦m not going to jail. Fuck! What the hell are we going to do?¡¨ I looked to Josh and smiled.

Josh turned to Trevor. ¡§Shut the fuck up. He¡¦s just trying to get to us. He¡¦s never been to any of those places.¡¨ He had regained his composure. Oh well, as I mentioned¡KPlan B.

As I drove along the windy, snowy road up through the hills, I realized that the trees were getting narrow and growing sparse as we pressed on. Damn, we were a long way up here. Josh was looking more nervous by the minute. As we neared over the next hill, Josh decided we were close enough.

¡§That¡¦s enough. Pull off up there.¡¨

My old yellow Dodge plowed through the snow and stopped short of a tree trunk. We were about 30 feet from the edge of the cliff. The night was deathly quiet up here on the hill. I guessed the time had come to put up or shut up.

¡§Get out Trevor and watch that he doesn¡¦t run off. All we gotta do is dump his body in the hold and no one will find it. That damn hole is too fucking deep. We¡¦ll never get in trouble.¡¨ Trevor walked over to my side of the truck.

¡§Alright, get out.¡¨ Looking over to my right, I noticed Trevor had left the kettle on the seat.

¡§I¡¦m coming. So you really want to go to jail, hey Trevor?¡¨ Josh was still climbing out of the truck. ¡§You can still let me drive back to town¡K¡¨

Josh had reached us. ¡§Ain¡¦t going to work that way. You¡¦re dead. Walk over to the edge, Santa.¡¨

I did as I was told. Walking up the rest of the hill I went to the edge. Damn that was deep, they weren¡¦t lying about that. A good five hundred feet or so, I¡¦m guessing. This would work great. Two pieces of shit that would do such a thing deserved this fate. Josh was pointing that damn taser at me again. Trevor moved closer to me and was looking into the hole for himself.

¡§Jump off this mother fucker.¡¨ With that Josh motioned to the hole next to Trevor.

Rather than jump I went to Plan B. Reaching in my Santa suit, I pulled out my .45 Magnum. Stupid ass kids. I gave them more than enough opportunities at this point. The steel was warm from being against my flesh and its silver finish glistened in the moonlight and I could just make out the inscription ¡¥Plan B¡¦. Trevor froze. Josh moved his hands and the taser up in the air.

¡§Hey man, we don¡¦t want any trouble,¡¨ Josh mumbled.

¡§I guess you little shits should have thought about that before you robbed someone and then kidnapped them. You know why I have this gun? Just for little bastards like you. Hell, you think you have it hard? Trying to steal money from charity¡KChrist! You make me sick. The only reason I kept driving, once I saw how fucking sick you were, is because I knew I had to cleanse society. You guys just happened to pick the best place for it. I mean, I couldn¡¦t have asked for a better place than this. No one can hear us up here, and good thing, cause I don¡¦t have a silencer.¡¨ Pointing the gun at Josh, I asked ¡§Know what I mean?¡¨

Trevor attempted to get a word in on me. ¡§Okay, we need to just take a breath here. Mister, you don¡¦t want to fucking do this. We have families; they will come looking for us.¡¨

I looked to Trevor and my eyes wandered past, thinking of the time I first shot a person. Nobody knew about that murder. I was only taken in for the bank robbery. I had changed so much since then, cleaned up my act and all.

¡§How can it be that someone who goes out of their way to help society ends up getting the worse luck of all? Seems that¡¦s what wrong with the world today. I stood for everything that was right with society not more than an hour ago. And you two fucking¡Kpricks, came up to me and tried to only think of yourself. I was a very naughty boy at your age, and in fact got worse after that. But I went to jail and rediscovered who I am. This is the first holiday season outside of the penitentiary I¡¦ve had in ten years. I¡¦m trying to repay society. For every evil that occurs, a good must be done to balance it. I¡¦m going to do society a good for the evil you asshole delinquents attempted.¡¨

¡§Look buddy, I don¡¦t know¡X¡¨ I cut Trevor off by firing a shot into his chest, probably a lung. He looked at me; his eyes winced in pain, turned to Josh and toppled over into Sizemore¡¦s Hole. The hole¡¦s depth combined that with the snow that was now being used for a big cushion on the bottom, Trevor wasn¡¦t even audible hitting the bottom of the pit. Maybe I just didn¡¦t hear it, because I had my attention turned to Josh. His legs were shaking, and I figured it wasn¡¦t from the wintry weather.

¡§You know, all I want to know is what the fuck you guys were thinking. Stealing from a charity at Christmas time? Come on. What were you thinking?¡¨

Josh looked to me, our eyes meeting as one. I momentarily considered the moral ramifications of what I was doing. Josh spoke.

¡§I needed that money for my mother. She is in the hospital and we are poor and¡K¡¨ He was going to lie to me on top of everything else? Unreal.

¡§BULLSHIT!¡¨ With that I pulled the trigger and Josh caught a bullet in his chest. Josh was coughing blood in front of me. His lungs were probably flooding. This was more punishment than any man deserved¡Kexcept one that stole from charity. I reaching in the asshole¡¦s pocket, and retrieved his wallet. Blood splattered on my clothes as Josh tried to fight me off. Some blood even hit me in the face. Leafing through the wallet, I found fifty dollars.

¡§What the hell? You had fifty dollars? You scum. You didn¡¦t need money.¡¨ I took the cash and threw the wallet into the hole. ¡§I guess I was wrong. I think I¡¦ll make about four hundred and fifty dollars today.¡¨ With that, I met Josh¡¦s eyes again. ¡§I¡¦ll just leave you here to have an icy grave.¡¨ The snow surrounding Josh was stained with stripes of crimson blood, and they actually accented the white snow exquisitely in the moonlight.

Hopping back in my sleigh, I turned the key and started the old Dodge up. The battery wouldn¡¦t roll over and the snow was becoming more and more frequent. Finally the engine fired up and I prepared to head back to town. Flipping on the windshield wipers and switching on the lights, I was aghast to see Josh on my hood climbing towards me! I have no idea how he wasn¡¦t dead, but that didn¡¦t matter. Whipping the car into drive I drove toward the cliff¡¦s edge and he smashed the taser down through the windshield and managed to clip me in the chest. Slamming on the breaks, I watched Josh as he slumped off the hood and crumpled into Sizemore¡¦s Hole. My truck didn¡¦t want to stop on the snowy cliff and slowly plunged over the edge as well! As it toppled over, I threw the kettle out the window, money flying everywhere in the night sky.

It was quiet after that. The snow continued to fall. The night continued to be dark. I had only gone out to do society the best I could. Perhaps that¡¦s just what I accomplished. I just hope that money gets to the people that really need it.

Trevor looked Josh in the eyes. “Why don’t you remind me Josh, I can’t seem to recall,” he replied dryly.

“Dammit, knock it off. Now, I need a hit and so do you. We’ve both lost our jobs. Our parents have disowned us. We won’t make rent this week. You know that. We need money, that’s all there is to it.” Josh stared back at Trevor with signs of sincerity in his eyes.

“Fuck! How do I let you talk me into this, Josh?”

“You can’t deny it, Trevor. Unless you can think of something better. Now, I have been watching this old man here for the last week. It’s past six; he leaves at seven for the night. We make our move now or we might as well leave.”

Trevor didn’t answer him; instead he shook his arm in a sweeping motion indicating they should get started. The street they crossed was snow crusted. They moved slowly across it, casually walking toward moving traffic. One car almost hit them as they neared the curb. The driver screamed at them to watch where the hell they were walking.

This was the first time I made direct eye contact with the two boys. I call them boys simply because they are younger than me. I wasn’t able to hear what they had been talking about for the last several minutes, but using my periphery vision, I knew they had been staring at me for most of their duration on the sidewalk.

I went back to ringing my bell, and being sure to not make eye contact with them. Stopping to shake a pedestrian’s hand, I received a five dollar donation. It was more rewarding than you might think when someone actually donated money. To most people, I was known as that damn annoying guy ringing the bell outside the store I like to shop in. But it was the people that actually donated, the people that really gave a damn to help others, that made this job worth doing. I had never done it before this holiday season, but already was planning on coming back next year. The boys were stepping off the street and onto my sidewalk when I decided to make first contact.

“Well Happy Holidays! You guys have any spare change you want to donate?”

The smaller of the two stared me in the eyes. He was shorter than me, and rather scrawny. His face showed years of hard work and sacrifice. His eyes looked like he didn’t get enough sleep, as they were partially bloodshot. The hair was a nappy rat’s nest of dreadlocks, which no one’s parents should allow them to wear, I don’t care how old they are. He wore a dirty trench coat and black boots.

“That depends,” Josh replied. “What does this money go towards again?”

“Josh!” Trevor shouted.

I turned my attention to the other man. He was much larger than the one he called Josh, but although he was large, he did not look strong. At one point I would guess that this man was in great physical condition, but he had let himself get out of shape. He wore a knitted cap, which was accented by lines of blue and yellow. An overly small Los Angeles Rams jacket was around his chest, and scruffily jeans below that.

Josh looked me in the eyes. The little bastards were going to try to rob me. Unbelievable. Boy, of all the Santa Clauses in town to pick on, did they get the wrong one. There had to be a hundred Santas in town at this time of the year, and they pick the only one that probably has a police record. Those shits didn’t wanna mess with me. Still, I would give them one chance. “Well, this money goes towards the Salvation Army—it says so on the kettle—and then we distribute it so that needy families all over the area can have a wonderful holiday season. I’m glad to see you kids taking an interest in such matters. So what can I put you down for? Ten? Twenty?”

Red and White Stripes

In front of Harper’s department store, Santa stood ringing a bell, perched over a small red kettle. Occasionally, a shopper or passerby would donate a dollar. It was mid December, ten days before Christmas. Snow was lightly falling and there were people scampering here and there, in and out of shops on Main Street. Cars passed Santa on their way home or on their way to eat. It was around 6 pm and the street lights were just coming on, sort of like that not-quite-dark-but-not-completely-light-enough-to-see-clearly stage. Business was slowing down for Santa, as it did everyday at this time.

From across the street, two men, hardly past their teenage years, watched him. Their eyes glowed as they anticipated what was to come. Looking from Santa to the kettle marked “Salvation Army”, to the now sparse shoppers. This would be the best time to rob the old bastard they had decided. One last time Josh said they should go over their plan.

“Trevor?” The other man continued to stare at Santa. “Hey Trevor, could you not stare at him? It draws attention to us. One last time let’s get this straight, I’ll distract him, you just have to take the money and run—it’s that easy.”

The other man stared back at him. Though Trevor was the larger of the two men, Josh had always been the unspoken leader. “This isn’t going to work Josh. Someone will see us.”

“Look Trevor, that’s why we picked this time of the day to do it, remember? Most people are gone home for the day. You know why we need that money as much as we do.”

Back at School...the madness will begin soon....Happy 2003 to all...wait...did I say "Happy"? Shit...that slipped...it won't happen again you worthless piles of horse dung.