Well, here we are again, back to being an outsider looking in. Just like an orphan, I’m looking through the window of our apartment. My beloved Shauna looks even more beautiful carrying our child, whom she named Michael Di’Foro the second after his father. Yep, since it looks like we’re gonna be talking more, I don’t see the harm in telling you my name.
So far Ive made two friends. The first one being a dude named Jerry. Jerry has the appearance of a twenty something punk rocker, which is what he was when he died from a vicious beatdown from three meatheads back in the late 70’s. It was a shitty way to go indeed and Jerry is still prone to fits of rage about it. However, he admits if those goons didn’t do him in, the smack most likely would have.
My second buddy is Rich. A true gentleman in every aspect, think of a loving grandfather who is also a total badass. Rich still goes about his daily routine which he had when he was alive. First to the library, then to the park bench where he used to watch and feed birds with his wife until her death some years before. The park bench is where rich died in his sleep happily. He happened to be dreaming of the memories of his wife when it happened. In the evening, rich retire to an old piano bar to enjoy a cigar and a couple martinis, all while looking dapper in an old pinstripe suit, complete with a pistol inside the suit jacket. HA! what a fucking gangster!
I’m enjoying the company of these men tonight because it was one FUCKED UP day. I was able to make myself more visible to Shauna. However, she freaked the fuck out and I didn’t want to push her over the edge and cause a miscarriage, I chose to abruptly leave. Yeah my own goddamn house, my own goddamn wife and goddamn kid. I saw the goatman earlier too, o course when seeking advice all he can give me is questions for my questions. Seriously dude, drop the yoda bullshit and just help a motherfucker out!
Anyways, enter the old piano bar, from the livings view it’s just another abandoned building in the seedy district of town. On the dead’s side though, its a hoppin place man!
The bouncer greets us politely at first, until he sees Jerry, whom he tells that the gay bar is down the road and whom Jerry tells to fuck off in return. With some smoothing over, rich talks the bouncer down and we all get to a table to indulge in a few drinks and smokes. Jerry leaves us a bit early, presumably to shoot dope in a back alley somewhere. All of a sudden, a woman with jet black hair and your typical American pinup look comes to our table. She introduces herself as Nikki and informs us the boss of the place wants to see us in his private lounge.
As were following this lady, I ask Rich what the fuck is going on, he replies with a rolling of the eyes and apologizes for not informing me about this side of the bar. Enter the private lounge! In which we are engulfed in a dimly lit room filled with red candles, black leather furniture a ton of liquor bottles and clouds of cigar and marijuana smoke. A handful of 50’s era looking gangsters are hanging about with equally shady women hanging on them. In the corner, a tattoo artist is doing his work on a man’s forearm.
At the end of this “bad boy grotto” sits a large imposing man in a dark suit with tattoos coming onto his hands and up his neck. Complete with slick black hair and dark sunglasses he appears to be the definition of shady. The man greets us then lowers his sunglasses, telling rich its good to see him, while two bloody holes are exposed. Rich informs him if he keeps up the shit he’ll need a strap on dildo to compensate for what he’ll lose next. The man simply laughs it off and says its all under the bridge.
To save us both a little time, I’ll give you the short version of my terrible choice. The man, who I now know as my boss “Scary Larry” informs me that he is aware of my situation with my wife and kid. Additionally, unbeknownst to me, I am in a vulnerable position where there are predators lurking, looking to prey on my being. In order for protection and to have more interaction with my wife and son, I agree to work for this man. My first job is to stay here overnight until morning. In the morning, a potential buyer of the property in the living world is said to come view the place. MY job is to kill this man, to send a message to the other side as not welcome. I am also informed Larry’s people will be watching, and it would not be wise to “bitch out”. I am ceremoniously marked with a small line underneath my left cheek from a switchblade.
Fueled by heavy drinking and cocaine, morning comes before I know it. My prey enters the bar. I startle him by throwing a chair or two, you know the cliche poltergeist bullshit. All of a sudden, rage ensues and I smash a liquor bottle over his head, then another across his face. I proceed to take the handles of said bottles and stab the poor bastard with them multiple times. This action still does not satisfy my blood lust, So I drag him by the feet underneath a giant chandelier. I then go to the top level, and yank the base out of the ceiling,smashing the man and creating an even bigger, bloody fucked up mess.
All of a sudden, the room is filled with Larry and all of his boys,they all goes ape ass and cheer at the top of their lungs. I flash a grin on my cheek is turned into an x, signifying the deed is done and I’m in the crew. I may look happy but have never felt so horrible.