User:Theabolitionist

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[edit] Guess Who

I smile apathetically, waving at the hordes of people in Dallas. I feel uneasy and can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching me, lying in wait. Today’s amphetamines must be wearing off. I glance down at the clock on the Lincoln’s dash, half past twelve. Christ when will this end. The excruciating Texas heat and lack of air conditioning makes Boston’s weather seem that much better. As the motorcade completes its turn onto Elm Street I see a young boy who looks a lot like my son, homesick I flash a labored smile and he graciously returns it. Behind me I hear a crack like a jet taking off. It suddenly gets hard to breath. My wife blankly stares at The Driver, the passenger and myself simultaneously. The car slows down and I lifelessly slump forward.

I'm not sure how I know that it happened, but I did. It like a mix between a premonition and sneeze or it's just a mystery of life. I guess. Regardless I'm here now and I guess I'll make the best of it. I'm trying unsuccessfully to hold it all together. It's like trying to hold water in your hands without dropping any. Motherfucking impossible.

Yes, The Driver. Who is he? He had a plain face, plain suit, plain attitude. Who the hell is he?

AIN'T NUTTIN' TUFF'R! WORD! FRESH! AND IT'S TRIPLE H WITH A STEEL CHAIR! TIME TO PLAY THE GAAAAAAAAAAAME!