Home Invasion

Posted: July 9, 2015 in Dialog, Prose
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7 July 2015

I walked towards the park and to my surprise, a group of my friends were sitting on the curb. I gave a wave and they waved back. I shook hands with Shark, Little Jake and Outcast. Mariah stood and gave me a hug.

Outcast said, “It must be a year since I saw you last.”

“It could be,” I said, “I don’t remember.  How did you make out through the winter?”

“I had double pneumonia. Mind you, I get that every winter, it’s from working with asbestos when I was younger. Now I have a double hernia.  It sounds like ordering a coffee, ‘I’ll have a double, double please, to go.’ Thursday go to the doctor for the operations. The idea scares the shit out of me. I’ve never had an operation before. That’s why I’ve been putting it off. One I should have had done last year. Now the pain is so bad, I can’t put it off any longer.

“Did you hear what happened to Shark? I’ll let him tell you.”

Shark said, Irene and I had a home invasion last week by a motorcycle gang. They had the idea that I was cutting into some of their drug business. I’m a little fish, what you might call the bottom rung of the ladder, if I’m even on the ladder. I’m a junkie, I sell enough to get me through to the end of the month. I’m not any competition for them, in I don’t even sell near where I live. My customers are all from the suburbs.”

I said, “Someone must have ratted on you.”

“Yeah, that’s what happened. This woman said I was stealing some of her customers. That was bullshit. They asked me, ‘Where is your safe? Where’s your stash?’ I said, ‘I don’t have a safe. I got a few pills that’s all.’  I got a flashlight and showed them around the place, back to front, top to bottom. I asked them ‘Do you see any safe?’ It was Irene that gave up the money, four hundred bucks. The same thing happened the next night, another four hundred bucks.’

I asked, “Did either of you get hurt?’

“No, I guess we didn’t look like we were any kind of threat. They kicked the door down. Irene was shitting bricks. I asked them, ‘What are you going to do, kill us? I’m dying of AIDS, Irene has cancer, that’s how we get the marijuana and the Oxycontin, we have medical prescriptions for them.  Do what you want. I don’t care.’

 

 

 

 

 

Comments
  1. My first thought was, God, these stories are just killers… and in a few ways, they really are…

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