[CHUCK MCCOY]

✧ RIP ✧

I’m ridin’ dirty at 4 am.

Not cause of drugs or anythin’ but cause I’m dirty, like DIRTY as ■■■■. A double shift as a janitor will do that to you!! My arms ache like hell, white jumpsuit and ballcap stained with you ain’t even wanna know what. Y’know, what the hell do these corporate pigs do to get their office THAT damn dirty?! It’s a 9-to-5!! You throw your lunch on the wall after you’re done with it?? N’ it’s hella crazy cause it’s like every damn time I come back it looks even worse! I crush the cig I’m smoking under my tongue, savor the acrid burn and immediately go to light up another two with my extra arms. The road’s a misty wash splattered by dim streetlights n’ not much else. I sigh. I’ll be back later tonight.

See, my wife’s x months pregnant. We’re makin’ plans, I ain’t kill anyone since December. Don’t kill at all anymore unless it’s a real scumbug, those ■■■■ and ■■■■’s of the world who are better off dead. I used to make my bag on this assassin money after my bend with the Covenini - now I’m a part time janitor!! Part time handyman, working on overtime to make hella money for me and my wife! I can’t erase all the insane shit I did. Death creeps in my periphery, around every corner, and I’m hella ready to fight when it rears its ugly mug. I got the cutest wife in the world, y’know? Kids on the way.

I’m tryin’ to do this shit right.

On God, I am.

I roll into a gas station, swallow the cigs with some horse-ass painkiller pills and start filling at the pump. No other cars, seems like one or two people working max in there. I walk through the sliding door, flickering halogen lights drowning the stale products in its glow. I stick my hand up in greeting. You just gotta when you look like me. Ugly rules of the world. The kid working here breathes out again, waves back. Then I go through an aisle real quick. I’ll get a couple chocolate bars for my wife and some nachos for the ride back!!

In the storage unit somewhere I ain’t see, a weathered old man picks up a radio com and speaks so, so slowly into it. Hello, Gas Station [X] located at [X]. Calling for Heroic assistance in unloading supplies. Thanks.. Then he goes back to playing puzzles on his newspaper.

tag: Demura Kano