Thanks for Everything Mickey (936 hits)
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Submitted by cellar_door (View user info) at 2003-06-14 22:37:27 EDT
The sun set and I sat, both of us done with our work for the day. The position I was in now was close to the check-mate I had been working toward for so long. The girl was almost mine, the money was beginning to come in, and I had finally got rid of Mickey.
They all sort of went together, each piece of the puzzle connecting to form that grand portrait of my happiness. All I have ever wanted was true love, a good job, and a home. Well, I got the job first.
It was nice of Mickey to get me the "in" I needed. There is no way I would be killing professionaly today if he hadn't. I mean, it's not like you can just apply for the job or join the Assassin's Union Local 187. That would be ridiculous. No, I started out doing a few jobs with Mickey if he needed an extra hand here or there. You got to start somewhere, right?
Take Mickey for example. He had met the right people while in prison on a stolen car rap. After snuffing out some moolies in Cell Block D for these guys, he was promised more work on the outside. I didn't see him for a long time after his release, then here he comes one day asking if I would like to make a quick thou for two hours work, maybe less. Not being a dumbass, I said, "Sure." I just drove the car for him on a hit on a police chief and mayor who were having lunch at the Olive Garden. Easy money.
The next job, I actually held a gun on a few people while Mickey read off his employers message. Then all five school board members died. Crazy shit, I know, but damn that money's good.
Well, just like it happened for my friend, one thing led to another, the right people heard about me at the right time, and there I was, offered my first job. Ten and three zeros to kill this high school football coach who liked to gamble a little too much. It was pretty easy, but god did he cry like a burning baby. He closed his eyes and prayed and everything. I paused for one second and reconsidered taking this poor man's life. He had a wife, two boys. His team was going to State. Then I remembered the 10 G's and changed my mind. I had bills to pay.
A year later and there were no more bills. I bought the house then. Two goals down, one to go. A man can have the biggest home in two hemispheres and a job that pays ridiculously, but it's all for naught without true love. I had both of those things, but was desperately wanting romance. Sex was easy to come by. Employers might drop off girls if you did an extra good job and some women love a man in a suit driving a Hum-Vee. It's just that Sex and Love are two different islands in two different oceans. And I was ready to sail on.
Then Mickey introduced me to Eva, his new girlfriend.
"Here's the harbor I've been looking for," I thought. "My safe place. The final piece of the puzzle."
Apparently she felt it as well, because that night, while Mickey was disposing of a couple of judges, we made love. It wasn't fucking, or dirty sex, or even, "Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me..." It was sweet, fluid, right. It was as if we belonged together, two parts to a mystical medallion, broken in half long ago and finally made complete again, bringing full power to the whole that both halves made up. In short, it was magic.
Spellbound as we were, we knew Mickey would not approve of their break-up and might even harbor ill will against me. Hell, he'd probably fucking kill me. The solution? Do him first. He had been my best friend since the fifth grade, but true love comes around once in a life time. I really would have liked to have had him as my Best Man, but he was never the tuxedo wearing type anyway.
I'll finish this tomorrow. Too long already...
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Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2004-03-25 01:48:10 EST (#)
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Submitted by lawryde (user info) at 2004-03-23 21:22:36 EST (#)
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uh huh
Submitted by cellar_door (user info) at 2003-06-22 13:23:14 EDT (#)
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Grand Theft Auto...haha!
I wrote this on a train ride to Rome. On a *long* train ride to Rome. Only the first half of the story, though, but with no interest, I'll just skip the rest. Hokey story anyway. I think I'll post some stories from that trip later.
Submitted by beer-turtle (user info) at 2003-06-16 13:58:58 EDT (#)
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Someone's been playing too much Grand THeft Auto
-Turtle
Submitted by cellar_door (user info) at 2003-06-15 12:44:33 EDT (#)
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Thanks for pointing that out. This is kind of a work in progress. I am just posting here to get some feedback. Again, thanks.
Submitted by Hazmat (user info) at 2003-06-15 10:06:42 EDT (#)
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It was pretty good... Jumped to the 'I have to kill him' conclusion a lliiittle too quickly, though.
Submitted by ctrl_alt_del (user info) at 2003-06-14 23:12:53 EDT (#)
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conscience...that's how it's spelled...duh
Submitted by ctrl_alt_del (user info) at 2003-06-14 23:06:37 EDT (#)
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I want to kill people. Or at least get paid to do it.
"I'm an assassin, bitch!"
I was just watching "The Bourne Identity," hating myself for watching a Matt Damon movie, when I realized that in most films about assassins who got amnesia and then are being pursued by their previous employers (there seems to be a lot of these) the damn killer get a consciounse (sp?) all of a sudden. Not me. I'd be like, "I'm a paid killer? Sheet, muddafuka, where's my guns? Who's next on my list. Let's go!!!"