FOUR: FEAR AND ANGER

The fridge handle digs into my back as Halitosis gets in my face. The Gorilla stands behind him watching.

You learn in jail is when to fight and when to take the shit and stay cool. Right now I'm out numbered. Nobody is going to back me up on this play. I decide it's a good time to 'stay cool'.

I guess most people hate being scared unless it's one of those crazy sports like sky diving or shark baiting where getting the shit scared out of you is why people do it.

One thing I especially hate is a scary surprise-like this. I knew a guy one who had cancer and was going to die soon. He was like a saint with a big smile on his face all the time. He was nice and kind to everyone. He'd been scared so long he'd either gone nuts or found some way to let it go.

I try reasoning with Halitosis.

"I didn't find anything," I tell him. "Have a look around if you want."

Sweat runs down my forehead and into my eyes.

Halitosis turns to the Gorilla. "Hear that Joey, the Super says we can look around." He has a cold nasty laugh.

I'm getting tired of this shit. I feel myself starting to get angry. I'm not a big guy. Still in good shape for a guy who'll never see 40 again. Wiry is how I've heard myself described. I haven't got a lot of bulk but what's there is hard as rock.

Halitosis notices the jail house tattoo on my right fore arm. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

"You look like one of those little punks who gives good head in the can," playing with me now.

I feel the blood coming up into my face.

"He look like a cocksucker to you Joey?"

Joey nods. He seems a bit uncomfortable with the topic.

"Would you let lover boy here chew on your knob?"

"Probably not," Joey says, but he doesn't seem certain.

Halitosis whips around to look at his companion. "What do you mean probably not?"

"Not unless I was in jail!"

"You just got out of jail!"

"That's what I mean!"

Halitosis shakes his head in disgust. Then he turns back to me. He hands me a slip of paper.

"That's my cell number. Call me if our merchandise shows up."

My shoulders drop and I take a deep breath as they walk to the door. Halitosis stands there a second with his hand on the handle and turns to me.

"You better look around real hard super or maybe we'll come back and pay a visit to that little wife of yours with the cane and gimp leg."

The door closes and I exploded. I run to the toolbox and grab my hammer. I'm going to kill both of those fucking scumbags.

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