Among the Living

Re-introduction into the general population has not been an easy task, talking to the next person standing beside me outside of anything futher than the weather or how they liked my performance on the job can become uncomfortable immediately, little did this person know I had just rolled in earlier in the morning straight from having sex with some stripper in the back of a nightclub, rather random but certainly not out of the realm of the metropolis, life inside of it has its way of giving back in various means, not always ones that pay the bills or keep them from arriving, more like candy on Halloween, "Here you go son, been a good sort for a while, nice and distorted, doped up, zombified, embroiling the masses to act like possessed demons shot up with cocaine, viagra, and ambien, turn me loose, turn me loose, I got do it my way, or no way at all.", this is the banner, the slogan, and the signature tune, but how can I explain this to a car dealer executive who happens to work for a regional police force, the irony, here I am, in this room full of cops from all over North America unveiling the lastest in police car construction, an automobile that would make Robocop proud to own, a killing machine of the highest magnitude, designed with population control in mind, hidden gun turrets, laser guided missles, and computer software programs to reprocess even the most stubborn hacked into mind, portable wood chipper for those stray prostitutes and homeless who entertained a sense of entitlement when it comes to distributing crack or urinating on the streets of downtown where ever.

I could not find the bridge to gap my lastest sexual escapade with this all out military assualt, the idea of driving this new medium of residental destruction merited a personal exercise in order to see how far this automobile could be push, laws, civilians, and a general modicum of normality be damn, this is where law enforcement is heading, to video game status, why not, teens would be crazy to pass up such a chance, we have been breeding these kids to be masters of devastion, well guess what, the bill is due, sure a fair bit of this generation has already been ear marked for global affairs, but what about these cretins here in the United States, these dope smoking, free thinking, nationalized healthcare, and open immigration muthafuckers, they are running the streets, I am becoming a victim of fashion lifestyle, having to make choices on what particular kind of shower curtain shall accentuate my bathroom in hopes that it might make some women who comes over to my house comfortable enough to undress, hop in their and have sex afterwards. Damn it I am being corner, my claws will come out, like the badger, the rat, and the viper all rolled into one, these decisions on linens, furniture, and pastels is driving me crazy, I did not sign up for this, for this marketing ploy, to dress like some unisex mod robot, a walking manniquin with no morals, soul, or common sense, I am partially to blame, caught up in my own experiments with my surroundings, I can accept that, no problem, but shit, toiletries, designer jeans, and body wash with pheramones, spelled something like that, the soap generates sexual attraction, why has this particular item taken so long to create, what secret chambered laboratory hidden in the depths of middle earth has this boon to the economy been shelved, personally I was surprised that their was any of this sexual attraction inducing elixer left, figured a riot would breakout the second the substance hit the stores, my new weapon in the conquest of the female sex, my victory has been foreseen, the oracles of Delphi have never been known to be wrong.

I tried to talk to some co-workers today as well, the regular locals are not too bad, but even the closest of acquaintences can have the general overall sense of two random strangers set in a six by six room face to face, locked in and shocked everytime the overall room level drops below twenty decibles, so it becomes an obligation to talk, to think of something that has not already been disscussed a thousand times before, some joke that has not been repeated, or a story of seedy detail, the last one will usually get a few listeners as well as a few haters, in my industry, there are a few people who have taken it upon themselves to be crowned pimps, players, and/or party machines, though their days of doing any of the previous have long since ran their course. I do not take pride in my own endeavors, only a mere fact that they exist somewhat in my mind from what I can recall or others can vouch for, most of the time I don't even bother, cause many of my fellow co-workers turned in their players card years ago or did not get one in the mail back in junior high or high school, yet what is the point, isn't that what money is for, to get what you want, just study, get onboard with some idea, save some cash, invest, gamble, go big and win, afterwards, getting laid will be an after thought, just watch the women line up for an opportunity to get at you and the fortune, but if you are smart enough to get to that level, then brushing off a few high end pieces of pussy should be no problem, nothing a handful of hundreds can't usually cure.

I get fed a lot on these job, sort of how prisoners line up in the cafeteria, walk down the line, grab what you want, is it gourmet, no, is it free, sort of, eat at your own peril, stomach aches will soon follow, even at meal break it is tough to sit around co-workers while listening to them complain how their platnium status on their airline had been bumped down, stripping away the preferred white high class pampered comfort they have come to expect while being shuttled around from one corporate convention to the next,a few of the out of town words had been switched out of one hotel to another, sent to the haven of North Las Vegas, home of cheap crack and hookers, one of the out of town workers asked me if the area was dangerous, "Of course." I replied "A novice like yourself should go apply for temporary concealed weapons permit, cause where you are staying something like terriorial drug cartel war zone, where zombified meth addicts scratch through your walls as you sleep, armed with sharp knives and the intent of whoring you out to the highest paying black market organ dealer within five states. These meth addicts have these regional hotels staked out, locals know better than to stay in these place, jeez even the most harden of interstate truckers take a wide birth from these hotels, but for unsuspecting out of town waywarders like yourself, you are nothing but dinner on a plate, things will seem calm at first cause those meth addicts tend to burrow during the sunlight, but once the curtain comes down, all sorts of hell breaks, look, it will come on slow like the tide, rolling in up to the ankles, then the knees, then rapidly to the neck and then its too late, it seems they rather enjoy themselves with this particular activity having the entire night, so the chaos will start with the errant open window, a mysterious knock, look outside, there is no one for miles, dead silent, they will lull you too sleep even put some good television on the cable box for you, wow free porno, baseball, and unlimited internet access, lull you real good, go to shower, come out and the light on the other bed has been turned on and the first light off, well why waste anymore time, these bastards will jump through your window just as you fall off to sleep, in packs of ten, they like to work quickly, especially if NASCAR is in town, those folk just keep coming, no warning, only vacancy sign left in the whole city of Vegas, that power washer is working overtime to keep those rooms clean, so these meth addicts have to be real fast, clean, and effecient, habits must be supported."

My speech has not put his sense of paranoia at ease, in fact this guy is now contemplating paying out of pocket for a hotel on the Strip, a wiser choice indeed, the hookers are cleaner and the drugs purer, within a minute he has booked a room on his Iphone, saving his life and his wife the trouble of filling out numerous copies of paperwork attempting to explain how her husband had been dissected like a cow to slaughter for some meth addicts own selfish cravings.