I have a confession to make.  I killed two people.  To explain what happened I have to go back to the beginning of summer.  I was outside mowing the grass.  Living next to the woods I know there are all sorts of insects I have to watch out for.  Well, one of those little suckers got the best of me and bit me on my lower back, close to my spine.
After five days I needed to go to the hospital, the pain was unbearable.  After some mini drama, caused by the pain, I was admitted to the hospital.  Within the hour blood was drawn, not just a single vial or two, no, I’m talking a lot, like half a pint.
Over the next day it was decided that I needed surgery.  It took a total of three days before I went under the knife and in that time frame more blood was taken, and by more, I mean another pint total.  I made a few jokes about all the test they were running, needing all that blood.
Maybe you can tell me exactly what bit me?  Laughter… No.
Maybe you can tell me what kind of infection I had?  Laughter… They are just going to treat it like staph, just to be safe.
Maybe you’re trying to clone me?  Silence.
Maybe you’re trying to figure out how to implant a mind control device during surgery so the government can use me as a patsy?  Silence.
I had my surgery and was released the next day.  I’ve never been knocked out like that before or woken up in that manner.  The next day I was sent home to recover.
Over the next five days I felt helpless.  I couldn’t do anything for myself.  I was waiting for a release to return to work but I was told I could only get that release if I went back to the hospital to see the doctor who did the surgery.
When I called to get my appointment time all hell broke loose.  Heated words were shouted, tears fell from being overwhelmed, and I was told the doctor wasn’t ready to see me so I could go to my own doctor to get my release.
Over the next three weeks I was healing up faster than anyone thought I could.  My doctor even said I shouldn’t be healing that fast.  I took this as a good thing, after all I’ve always been a fast healer.  The following day I received a phone call that made me question my own healing.
The hospital called and said I needed to come in right away to discuss something that was discovered in my blood.  Remembering the last conversation and the price they said I would have to pay to see the doctor in the hospital I told them to kiss my ass before hanging up.
The phone rang again and I was told there would be no cost for the visit.  In fact, if I came in right away my entire hospital bill would be dismissed.  My stomach dropped and I thought I was going to faint.  If they wanted me to come in so badly that my entire bill would be dismissed it must be serious.  They offered to pick me up but I was already driving so I headed toward the hospital.
When I got to the hospital I headed up to the fourth floor.  As I stepped off the elevator the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.  There was complete silence on the floor.  I walked around the corner from the elevator and couldn’t believe my eyes.
Standing at the desk staring back at me in disbelief was a very sexy handsome devil.  To his right was that same good looking hunk.  I wondered why a doctor would have fun house mirrors in the lobby.
Then I thought the mirrors must be broken because the reflection was distorted.  Finally it dawn on me that those were no mirrors because we were all wearing different clothes.  This could only mean one thing.
Fear took over and I wobbled as fast as I could back to the elevator.  My cane started to unscrew itself from the fast motion of my hopping while trying to remain balanced.  As I got to the elevator I pushed the button in a panic, over and over again, thinking my hard pressing would recall the elevator faster.  The door, after what felt like an hour, finally opened and there was another dashingly handsome face staring back at me.
Trying to prevent my escape the clone lunged toward me.  I raised my cane to block him from grabbing me and as I did it finally opened.  I pulled the sword out of the cane and instinct took over.  I pushed the clone away from me and thrust my blade forward.
I could feel the cold steel pushing through the soft fatty flesh that was my body, right through to the heart.  At the moment the other clones caught up and stopped suddenly, all of stunned by what just happened.  They watched helplessly as life faded away out of my eyes.  I was literally watching myself die.
As the clone slumped to the floor lifeless, it also slid off of my sword.  The thump of his body woke us all from our trance.  The other two clones grabbed my arms and tried to pull me back away from the elevator.  I started kicking wildly, connecting with Two’s groin.  He instantly let go of me and fell to the floor.
With my arm free I swung it around to pull away from One.  Taking advantage of my new found freedom I swung as hard as I could with my cane, hitting one in the head with the metal base of the cane.  He fell down, unconscious.
Turning back toward the elevator, Two was in my way, on his knees, but regaining his breath and attempting to stand.  In a panic I swung the sword with all my strength from left to right, cutting his throat open.  Blood spewed out and I jumped back, unable to dodge the red spray.
The doors began to close and I made a dash to get into the elevator.  I pushed the button for the garage and the elevator finally began to move.  I looked over at my body lying there, trying to figure out what just happened.  As the doors opened I wobbled to my truck as fast as I could and drove away like a bat out of hell.
Now I’m looking over my shoulder everywhere I go.  Somewhere out there is at least one more me.  I’ve been expecting the cops to arrest me but even that has its complications.  After, what will I be charged with… murder or suicide?

While You Sleep Part 5

I pulled myself up, balancing myself between the night stand and the wall.  Seeing me stand up the raccoon started scrambling to get free but the gorilla was too much weight to pull free from.

“Time for payback,” I said smiling.

I fired a shot into the gorilla’s crotch, making sure it really was dead.  When his balls exploded and flew off into two different directions I got my confirmation.

The raccoon freaked out and started scrambling even harder to get free.  I fired another shot into the gorilla’s stomach, getting closer to the raccoon.  As I suspected he tried even harder.

I fired three more shots, getting closer with each shot.  I wanted him to feel the same fear I felt lying on my back.

“I have one more bullet and guess what fucker, it has your name on it.”

Before he could protest, his head exploded, just like the other one had.  I lowered the empty pistol and it fell out of my hand, the weight of it too heavy for my failing body.  I coughed again, spitting out blood.  Laughter began to take over as the adrenaline in my body was fading.

I heard something else jump onto my headboard and I looked over quickly to see my little Shih Tzu staring at me confused.

“Oh thank God,” I whispered under my breath.

“You should have saved that last bullet.”

That was the last thing I heard before he jumped and knocked me to the ground.  The animals took over that night.  Like I said, a lot can happen while you sleep.



While You Sleep Part 4

I raised my pistol and instinct took over.  Muscle memory took my aim straight to the gorilla’s head and I fired my remaining seven rounds, hitting him in the throat and the head.  I don’t care who you are, that is dead.
Fear gripped me as I realized that he was going to fall, the only question was which way.
I tried lifting my leg but it was broken and useless.  I closed my eyes, bracing myself to be crushed under the weight of this monster who attacked me without warning.  The impact never came.
I opened my eyes and saw the gorilla lying flat on his back across my bed, the smart ass raccoon half way under him.  I couldn’t feel a thing anymore so I started crawling toward my nightstand.
Propping myself up I dropped my magazine and reached into the night stand to grab another.  Just as I dropped the slide the other raccoon peaked his head around the door frame.  His head exploded in a shower of brains, skull, and blood.
I heard the squirrels scurry off away from the bedroom, only to trap themselves in the fire they had just started.
“Get me out of here,” the smart ass shouted.  Guess the gorilla just pinned him down instead of crushing him.
“Saved by a memory foam,” I laughed.  “Don’t worry, I’ll fix that.”

While You Sleep Part 3

“Why are you doing this?”
The gorilla answered with a wall shaking roar.
I coughed up blood, spitting it out on the floor between the gorilla and myself.  I rolled over flat on my back, seeing the raccoons and squirrels scurrying off to the rest of the house.
“Burn,” I heard them say, laughing as they set my house on fire.
“What did I ever do to you little fuckers,” I shouted, instantly regretting it, as pain shot throughout my entire body.
The gorilla took a step forward, standing on my right leg. I could hear, more than feel, it crushing under his weight.  I tried to cry out but all that came out was more blood.
“You’re going to die,” a raccoon said, sticking his head back into the bedroom.
“Not without a fight,” I grunted.  The pain was slowly dying as my body became numb.
The gorilla started laughing, which really pissed me off.  That was his last mistake.

While You Sleep Part 2

“Why,” I asked calmly.
A wave of hot breath hit me in the face as the gorilla blew out a hard breath.
“All humans must die,” he repeated, more anger filling his voice.
“You first,” I answered softly as his arms raised above his head, ready to crush me beneath them.
I fired a shot.  The loud bang of my 1911 startled the gorilla backward.  I jumped toward my bedroom door, attempting to run away but my foot was caught by his quick reflexes.
He swung me in a circle over his head once before releasing me into the closet door.  The door came off its hinges, knocking me to the floor.  The wood cracked under the force but did not break.  I could feel the shards of glass push deeper into my back.
The world around me began to spin as my vision became blurred.  The gorilla was smiling as he slowly walked over to me.  The son of a bitch was actually smiling.
“Can we eat him?”
I was startled to see two raccoons and four squirrels carrying little torches sitting on my headboard, looking at me like I was a slab of beef.
“After you burn the house,” the gorilla called out over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off of me.  Murder was the only thing I could see in his eyes, cold soulless murder.

A lot can happen while you sleep

A lot can happen while you sleep.  A revolution could break out and you find yourself in a fight for your survival, for instance.
Last night when I went to bed everything was right with the world.  I wake up at three a.m. to the sounds of people screaming.  I jump out of bed quickly and grab my pistol as I listen for signs of what’s going on.
I can smell smoke which means there’s a fire somewhere.  As I pull my jeans and shoes on I hear a murderous scream then silence.  A cold chill runs through me as time seems to come to a standstill before my bedroom window explodes into a thousand tiny shards of sharp missiles.
I turn away quickly, trying to protect my face, the glass peppering my back, drawing many tiny droplets of blood.  I can feel hot air blowing across my back, in rhythm with the angry breathing from whomever just destroyed my bedroom.
I turn slowly to see a large gorilla standing in front of me.  It’s his breathe that is so full of anger.  I should be terrified but I’m not.  A calm washes over me as I still have my pistol, which is now pointed at the gorilla’s stomach from my own.
“All humans must die!”
Well I certainly was not expecting that.  Like I said, a lot can happen while you sleep.

Selma vs Ferguson

Recently I saw a trailer for Selma and began to wonder what's the difference between then and now.  Here's my take on it.
People loved Dr King because, although he was not perfect, he did not call for violence even when it was thrust upon him. He frowned upon the violence and looting and condemned those that did it.
He didn't call for dead cops or make any threats. He held actual peaceful protest where people were singing and praying as they walked.
He was actually a preacher and not just in title only, unlike the two Reverends that claim to follow his example.
That's the difference between now and what happened in Selma. We need to go back to those methods.  Peaceful protest does not mean setting fires, beating people, or causing shut downs of businesses, which is a disturbance of the peace.
Dr. King was feared, not because of the damage he could cause but because of the love he projected.  He was willing to die for his beliefs but he was not going to physically provoke it either.
A lot of change can come if we actually followed his teaching of love rather than hate, brotherhood rather than divided by racism. Again, Dr. King was by no means perfect but he did set the bar. It's not set high but it's still achieveable.  We owe it to him to try.

#icantbreathe #drking #handsupdontshoot #protest