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| | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | |
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...presents... Accessory
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by Orion
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>>> a cDc publication.......1994 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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|____digital_media____digital_culture____digital_media____digital_culture____|
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So here I am.
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I got off work early for once, and rather than go home, (my roomies are
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sure to be there, the phone is still fucked, I have no books to read, Moria has
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gotten so tedious as to be truly annoying...) I go to Scott's. I figure I'll
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use his computer for a bit, see if I can't get some stuff caught up, and maybe
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even talk to him.
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So, I get there... don't see his car, or Derrick's. Damn. But then,
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wait, his door is open. A quick glance around the parking lot and I find his
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AND Derrick's vehicles. Oh well, I decide to go in anyhow. I'm doing a good
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job lately of being nice to people I don't particularly like. So, I walk up to
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the door.
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"Hi! Come on in!"
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Something is wrong with this picture. Scott is never this friendly.
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"What are you doing? Work go OK?"
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I nod. "Yeah. What are you doing?"
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"Drinking strawberry daiquiris and beer and making tacos. I'm drunk."
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"Oh."
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At this point Derek comes in and proceeds to tell Scott about their new
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neighbor, from Western Africa. Derek notices me as an afterthought and says
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hello. I politely say hello and even offer an anecdote that is complimentary
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to what he had just been saying.
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I could give details, but that's not the point. Derrick eventually goes
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out (drunk) with liquor to give to people at his place of employment (Wendy's).
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As he puts on his denim jacket, I notice that his .38 is in his belt.
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"Whee." I think. "A drunk violently-inclined almost-redneck is heading
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out to his place of business in his car with a gun."
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I peer at Scott. He peers back, but is too drunk himself to worry. We
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sit, and I am forced to endure _thirtysomething_, when I go into the computer
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room and say that I am gonna call up the net. He says ok.
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So I sit and look about, MUD for a few, but can't really get anything
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done. I'm tired and not creative and all I really wanted to do was talk to
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somebody about how stupid my week had been.
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So I telecommunicate. Derrick comes home in a bit, complaining cause the
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phone was tied up. I disconnect as I know he is about to pick the phone up.
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He does, calling his friend Pat.
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I go in and sit down. Derrick comes back in, saying that John (Manager at
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Wendy's) has set up Terry (Asst. Manager at Wendy's) because $200 is missing
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from a drawer that John had closed out and only Terry had a key to... possibly.
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Most likely, all that had happened was the excess had already been put in the
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safe, but he wouldn't put a setup past "the bastard." I sit quietly.
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Derrick contemplates inviting the Wendy's crew over. The phone rings.
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Derrick answers. He comes back in after a hushed convo.
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"Fucking bastard. They can't find the money. John took it so Terry would
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get fired. I know it. I'm going over there if he doesn't call back in 15
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minutes."
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I sit quietly.
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Scott looks up. "Are you sure that its missing?"
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Yes, John is on his way there now."
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Derrick goes into the bedroom and comes back out. He has an oily cloth.
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He takes his gun and unloads the chamber.
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*click* *click* *click *click* *click* the five bullets fall.
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I sit quietly.
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"I'm going to go tell that bastard just how I feel. He'll probably fire
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me. But he better not do anything more than that."
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He wipes his gun with the oily cloth and drains his beer.
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I sit quietly.
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"If he even so much as touches me, I'll kill him. I'll fill him full of
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lead. I'm going to give him the screaming at he deserves."
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I should note that Derrick and John got into a fist-fight over the
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Presidential election outcome.
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I sit quietly.
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"But I won't go to jail for it."
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*click* he slides a bullet into the chamber.
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Scott says, "Oh?"
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"I'll splatter my brains all over the place first."
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"Oh."
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*click* *click* *click*
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"Boy, I would love to see the look on his face when I pull out my gun.
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The shock. Then the back of his fat head splattering all over the wall."
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*click*
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I sit quietly.
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Derrick gets up and goes into his room. Soon the sound of loud music
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shakes the walls.
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I look at Scott. "Guns are evil, ya know."
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Scott nods. "I am doing ideally what I think I should. But it is very
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odd to have my whacked ideals put to the test."
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"Yep. I feel like I should do something, but instead I'm taking a prime
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directive approach to it. I don't know what to do. The scary thing is Scott,
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I find myself not caring what happens tonight."
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"I know. Legally, we won't be accomplices to murder, will we? He said
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'if' right? That's a condition beyond our control."
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"If he kills John tonight, we're accomplices. We both know he's capable."
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Derrick comes out of the room, wearing his jacket. "Goodbye."
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Derrick leaves.
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I sit quietly.
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Scott gets up, leaves, and comes back wearing a jacket and shoes. "I
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think I'm going to go be a passive observer to a murder."
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"Oh. You want company?"
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"No."
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"Ok. Well. I'll see you."
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"Yeah."
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Scott left the house. I left the house and went home.
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.ooM |Copyright (c) 1994 cDc communications and Orion. |
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\_______/|All Rights Reserved. 08/01/1994-#276|
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