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ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #806
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888 888 888 888 888 "Myself, I Never Knew"
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888 888 888 888 888 " by Crack Genie
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The alarm beeped. I reached over and hit it, grumbling. Why do I
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have to go to work? How much longer is this going to have to happen? The
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usual questions I have for myself every morning.
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Slowly, I sat up and winced, realizing my ribs were tender. I turned
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to get off the bed, and realized my whole body had felt like I had just
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played football with sumo wrestlers. What had happened? I went to bed in
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top notch condition. I shrugged my shoulders, sat up, and forgot about it.
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Normal day. Went to my bullshit job, worked my bullshit work, came
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home, went to my bed and turned on the TV. All was fine for about fourty
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minutes when, in the middle of a program, I felt the sudden urge to sleep.
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My eyelids could not keep themselves open. I gave in to temptation and fell
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back on my bed, asleep.
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Looking around, I couldn't place where I had seen this before. I was
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about 30 stories up, on some roof. I know I had seen this city sometime. I
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turned around a few times, trying to recall where I had seen it. Smoke
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billowed in the moonlight miles around, from factories and burning
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buildings. Sirens wailed endlessly below me.
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"You're here." I heard a voice behind me, and spun around. A tall,
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handsome blond man, with a german accent was grinning at me. "Do you know
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what this is?" He pointed to his watch, which was very odd-looking and had
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a certain presence I just couldn't place.
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"A fancy bracelet?" I remarked.
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Apparently, he didn't like my smart-ass answer and frowned. He began
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to approach me. He stopped when he was about ten feet away, and snapped.
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Three Asian youngsters were at his side in a heartbeat. At once, the
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newcomers surrounded me. One attacked while the other two watched.
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The first one swung his fist at my face. Normally, I would have
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taken that punch and fallen to the ground. But this wasn't normal. This
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wasn't even reality. This was something else. I ducked my head, surprising
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myself, the attacker, and all the bystanders. With lightning speed and
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amazing ease I grabbed his wrist, flipped him on the ground, and proceeded
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to stomp his head into a gross pile of skull fragments, blood, and brain
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matter. With a gasp, the second Asian lunged at me. Fortunately for me,
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he didn't attack, but just lunged. I dodged, grabbing his head in the
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process. I turned and threw him off the roof by his head. I watched him
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plummet and grinned with a sick satisfaction as I heard the thud echo up to
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my position. Before I could turn around, the third Asian was on me. I
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dodged his kick I somehow knew would be coming, while grabbing his leg. I
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threw him down to the ground and began to bend his legs up towards his head.
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He was laying on his stomach. The German man approached slowly, and drew a
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different gun.
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"You fought well," he began, "but they did not." He fired once,
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twice, thrice into the young Asian, who held on to life as well as he could,
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but eventually gurgled his death.
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The man looked at me, laughed, and punched me across the face with
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his gun. I looked up at him as he pointed his gun at my face. I closed my
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eyes and held my breath.
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Next thing I knew, I was gasping for breath in my bed again. What
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had happened? Had I hallucinated? Had I passed out and had a terrible
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nightmare? I wasn't sure until a dull ache in my jaw turned into a blinding
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pain. It was then I realized this wouldn't be the last time the man would
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be calling me into his world. He liked making sure I felt pain somewhere I
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was a nobody. This was a game to him.
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I managed to stumble to the bathroom where I proceeded to take four
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aspirins, but not before downing a quarter of a bottle of cheap tequila. I
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then ambled back to my bed, fell down, and cried, knowing that my fate and
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my pain were in the hands of that man.
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #806 - WRITTEN BY: CRACKGENIE - 9/1/99 ]
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