_ | \ | \ | | \ __ | |\ \ __ _____________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ _____________ | ___________ _/_/ | | \ \ _/_/ ___________ | | | _/_/_____ | | > > _/_/_____ | | | | /________/ | | / / /________/ | | | | | | / / | | | | | |/ / | | | | | | / | | | | | / | | | | |_/ | | | | | | | | c o m m u n i c a t i o n s | | | |________________________________________________________________| | |____________________________________________________________________| ...presents... Accessory by Orion >>> a cDc publication.......1994 <<< -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- ____ _ ____ _ ____ _ ____ _ ____ |____digital_media____digital_culture____digital_media____digital_culture____| So here I am. I got off work early for once, and rather than go home, (my roomies are sure to be there, the phone is still fucked, I have no books to read, Moria has gotten so tedious as to be truly annoying...) I go to Scott's. I figure I'll use his computer for a bit, see if I can't get some stuff caught up, and maybe even talk to him. So, I get there... don't see his car, or Derrick's. Damn. But then, wait, his door is open. A quick glance around the parking lot and I find his AND Derrick's vehicles. Oh well, I decide to go in anyhow. I'm doing a good job lately of being nice to people I don't particularly like. So, I walk up to the door. "Hi! Come on in!" Something is wrong with this picture. Scott is never this friendly. "What are you doing? Work go OK?" I nod. "Yeah. What are you doing?" "Drinking strawberry daiquiris and beer and making tacos. I'm drunk." "Oh." At this point Derek comes in and proceeds to tell Scott about their new neighbor, from Western Africa. Derek notices me as an afterthought and says hello. I politely say hello and even offer an anecdote that is complimentary to what he had just been saying. I could give details, but that's not the point. Derrick eventually goes out (drunk) with liquor to give to people at his place of employment (Wendy's). As he puts on his denim jacket, I notice that his .38 is in his belt. "Whee." I think. "A drunk violently-inclined almost-redneck is heading out to his place of business in his car with a gun." I peer at Scott. He peers back, but is too drunk himself to worry. We sit, and I am forced to endure _thirtysomething_, when I go into the computer room and say that I am gonna call up the net. He says ok. So I sit and look about, MUD for a few, but can't really get anything done. I'm tired and not creative and all I really wanted to do was talk to somebody about how stupid my week had been. So I telecommunicate. Derrick comes home in a bit, complaining cause the phone was tied up. I disconnect as I know he is about to pick the phone up. He does, calling his friend Pat. I go in and sit down. Derrick comes back in, saying that John (Manager at Wendy's) has set up Terry (Asst. Manager at Wendy's) because $200 is missing from a drawer that John had closed out and only Terry had a key to... possibly. Most likely, all that had happened was the excess had already been put in the safe, but he wouldn't put a setup past "the bastard." I sit quietly. Derrick contemplates inviting the Wendy's crew over. The phone rings. Derrick answers. He comes back in after a hushed convo. "Fucking bastard. They can't find the money. John took it so Terry would get fired. I know it. I'm going over there if he doesn't call back in 15 minutes." I sit quietly. Scott looks up. "Are you sure that its missing?" Yes, John is on his way there now." Derrick goes into the bedroom and comes back out. He has an oily cloth. He takes his gun and unloads the chamber. *click* *click* *click *click* *click* the five bullets fall. I sit quietly. "I'm going to go tell that bastard just how I feel. He'll probably fire me. But he better not do anything more than that." He wipes his gun with the oily cloth and drains his beer. I sit quietly. "If he even so much as touches me, I'll kill him. I'll fill him full of lead. I'm going to give him the screaming at he deserves." I should note that Derrick and John got into a fist-fight over the Presidential election outcome. I sit quietly. "But I won't go to jail for it." *click* he slides a bullet into the chamber. Scott says, "Oh?" "I'll splatter my brains all over the place first." "Oh." *click* *click* *click* "Boy, I would love to see the look on his face when I pull out my gun. The shock. Then the back of his fat head splattering all over the wall." *click* I sit quietly. Derrick gets up and goes into his room. Soon the sound of loud music shakes the walls. I look at Scott. "Guns are evil, ya know." Scott nods. "I am doing ideally what I think I should. But it is very odd to have my whacked ideals put to the test." "Yep. I feel like I should do something, but instead I'm taking a prime directive approach to it. I don't know what to do. The scary thing is Scott, I find myself not caring what happens tonight." "I know. Legally, we won't be accomplices to murder, will we? He said 'if' right? That's a condition beyond our control." "If he kills John tonight, we're accomplices. We both know he's capable." Derrick comes out of the room, wearing his jacket. "Goodbye." Derrick leaves. I sit quietly. Scott gets up, leaves, and comes back wearing a jacket and shoes. "I think I'm going to go be a passive observer to a murder." "Oh. You want company?" "No." "Ok. Well. I'll see you." "Yeah." Scott left the house. 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