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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #788
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`888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8
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888 888 888 888 888 "Little Johnny Does A Heist"
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888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8
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888 888 888 888 888 " by Big Daddy Bill
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888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 8/12/99
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o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8
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One fine August afternoon, seventeen year old Johnny Chance was
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enjoying a nice evening wallowing in self-misery and the eternal, endless
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agony of human suffering by his own free will when he got an brilliant
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brain-storm. Suddenly, a calm fell over Johnny. He knew what he had to do.
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Johnny lept from his bitterness and confusion and strove to greatness with
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one single, solitary thought. He commenced with the preperations shortly
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thereafter.
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What Johnny needed was to find something to fill the gap in his life,
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a strong beam to lean against. He came to the conclusion that if nothing
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positive could possibly make his life any happier, he was going to use
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negativity to hide the scars.
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Throwing on an old dark t-shirt and a pair of ratty jeans, Johnny
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crept from his two-bedroom apartment in the midst of the pre-dawn, still
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under-cover of the dying dusk. He knew precisely where he was heading, as
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thoughts that fired through Johnnys mind were clear and considerably
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consise.
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When Johnny reached his inevitable destination, his courage had
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ultimately sank deep into his belly. The absolute certainty of the
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situation was still clear in his eyes, but his motive was questioned.
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Johnny stood rigid, starring at his object of determination: an isolated
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house located deep in a bluff.
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Johnny decided that his life was over no matter which way he went,
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good or bad, so he figured that he had 50/50 either way. Johnny chose
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darkness. Good choice Johnny.
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Johnny ascended the stairway with quickness, hearing the sounds of
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nature around him in the lush forest that loomed over the household. When
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he reached the outer porch of the home, Johnny quietly pressed the latch on
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the screen door and became an intrusion into this house. As he guided his
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way into the darkness of the porch, Johnny realized with finality that there
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was no turning back. He slipped past the garbage on the front porch and
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made his way to the main entrance, the front door. Jiggling the doorknob
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with utter silence, Johnny realized that the keepers of the house didn't
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lock their front door! And so, Johnny took a step inside.
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What Johnny saw were some of the most amazing things any man can ever
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witness. Nothing of material value appealed to Johnny, as that was a
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secondary objective: get money. What Johnny was really pleased about was
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the fact that he now entered, unwantingly, into the lives of a family that
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had no idea about his pain or hate. The things he saw were not his things,
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never would be. Johnny could see cosmic lines that he had just crossed
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snapping around him, awaking a passion he never thought he could harvest.
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Johnny realized that the entire universe was now completely under his every
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whim. What Johnny knew then was the situation at hand: the deafening
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pulsing in his head from his steady, hard heart-beat; the sweat dewing on
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the palms of his hands; the lightness deep in the bowels of his body; the
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pure adrenaline pumping rhythmically through his veins with every sound beat
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of his heart. That was the universe.
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Johnny came down from his revere just as he realized that he was also
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pushing onto lawlessness here, that men with guns could soon be knocking at
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the door he just entered. Johnny turned to his right and started up the
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first staircase, eyeing the paintings and firearm propaganda mounted on the
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walls. Johnny also noted the large, open-mouth bass starring directly into
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his soul that was also located on the wall. Fuck the fish, Johnny, you've
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got better things to do.
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Johnny finished his climb up the strangers stairway to enter into a
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small hallway turning right, and holding five doors. Johnny didn't want to
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make this intrusion very long, so he choose the one closest to him: the left
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door.
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As Johnny opened the door to the Master bedroom, he wondered breifly
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if there was going to be anyone disturbing his exploration into the vast
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unknown. Johnny didn't care; they were in his environment now because
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Johnny *made* it his environment. That's the power one man can hold, if he
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can hold it right.
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As Johnny took a step into the sleeping quaters of his newly found
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enemies, he realized with a smug smile that no one would indeed be bothering
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him this morning. The large waterbed resting directly in the center of the
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room was gratifyingly empty, the sheets rumpled into a corner of the watery
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mattress. Johnny took a few more steps into the now well-lit room, first
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opening the closet of his experiment. What Johnny saw kind of took him by
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surprise.
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Johnny reached down with a nervous hand, and lifted before his eyes a
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chrome, shiny new .44 revolver. He started opening up boxes in the closet,
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each one of them holding at least 2-3 expensive, effective weapons of
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destruction! Finally, the pay-off Johnny.
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Stuffing the instruments into his pockets and the waist band of his
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jeans, Johnny stood and scoured the upper shelf of the closet he peered
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into. And yet another surprise: ammunition.
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Now your loaded, Johnny.
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Snagging the full, clinking boxes of bullets and shells from the
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shelf, Johnny cradled them in his arms as he bounded down the stairs two at
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a time. His unkempt hair flowed behind him in a wild fashion, as he
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entertained a look of sheer wickedness upon his thin lips.
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He kept laughing internally at the thoughts that exploded into his
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mind. What was so funny was that now, the outcast, the rebel, the scape-
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goat, the hated was armed... and probably very dangerous. How they loved to
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squash his fantasies, his self-contained indulges. How they enjoyed ripping
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pieces of him off, cackling while they held his ego in front of him,
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caressing it with the flames of lighters. How they laughed uproarously when
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Johnny was rejected, bricked endlessly by the accusors of depression and
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anxiety. They all thought they knew, that they had it all figured out.
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They knew the sun dawned in the West, and set in the East and they assumed
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that nobody had control. Now Johnny had control. Johnny had control of
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everything.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #788 - BY: BIG DADDY BILL - 8/12/99 ]
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