Sitting in my seat, K56, I look around viewing everybody. Nobody special, except for one guy, who signaled for me to come back there. He was about my age, and stood out from the rest of the crew. I sat next to him and asked about his job, age, and about his hobbies. One of the reasons he stood out was because he was eating a large bag of Doritos that he was hiding from the service working on the plane.
We didn�t even start talking before the engines got louder and we took off. I chewed on StarBursts so that my ears wouldn�t pop.
�What are you going to Florida for?� I had to ask about 20 minutes before landing.
�Actually, I�m just visiting family. We�re going to Busch Gardens, too,� he said.
The prolonged pause after his reply was more than enough time to think of his question �You?�
I started talking like I knew he was going to ask. �WELL, I am going down for a business meeting. My family is mostly lawyers, and I�m gonna to go law school and hopefully become one.�
�That�s great. Do you think that�s what you want to do?� He asked like he knew me for years.
�Yeah, I don�t have the grades to prove it, but that�s why I�m moving to Florida. To get help from family.�
�Oh, okay, that�s pretty interesting.�
We talked about movies for the rest of the flight.
Landing in Orlando, I looked around the airport seeing a really cool display of Jaws crashing into a cabin with fishing poles in it. I could see myself in that display, knowing that it was only my reflection from the glass. I saw myself standing tall and confident in a nice suit with black pants, a white shirt, and a really dark black overcoat. I looked so professional. I continued walking.
Three hours later, I arrived at my hotel. I had made reservations in the same week as scheduling my plane ticket for today. I was actually excited. Tomorrow I was going to meet with a friend my relative set me up with and was going to talk to him about my future. The future�kind of scary, isn�t it?
But hey, I�m on my way to getting my first full-time job! I�m in FLORIDA, planning to work. Then I thought about life�we�re born, we go to school, we work�we die. Retirement not included. I am surprised that more people don�t go on a killing spree making sure that the world doesn�t like it. Why is everyone fighting for the world? Why are we trying to keep this world as it is?
If I would ever be sent to the army, then I would have to learn to like the world the way it is now.
First of all, my school life was totally fucked up. I did terrible, my parents practically kicked me out of the house when I graduated, which was 2 years ago. I�ll tell you something, my life hasn�t been all that great yet. I�ve been sitting around for shit to happen for TOO long. NOW�is my time. NOW is when I am old enough to do anything.
If you were with me, you could see me sitting on the hotel�s bed closest to the window, and farthest from you. You are standing next to the bathroom. But you�re not there, and I�m not imagining you are, only you are.
All I could think to do was turn on the TV and lean back. I had a while to wait for tomorrow. It was 5:00pm.
At 6:00pm, food service brought me up a ham and turkey sandwich. I was watching a movie on HBO that I had no interest in. I decided to walk downstairs and try to meet somebody in the pool area. That smelled like chlorine and there were a lot of kids in the pool area splashing around, and even at me. I had changed into my bathing suit though. The room was surprisingly dark. The lighting was bad and if you looked at the blue water a certain way it was as if a black wall was reflecting from it. I joined some hairy old men in the hot tub.
That night I watched a porno on TV before falling asleep. I slept until 11am the next day. My appointment was at 2pm, so I decided to walk around town before getting a taxi. I disliked taxi�s. I rode in one the previous day to my hotel which was a half hour away from the Orlando Airport. That cost a lot.
I visited a surf shop for no particular reason. It was hot out, and I guess I needed the nice air conditioning. I must have looked funny with the same suit I had on the day before. I talked to the guy working there for about 10 minutes. He had a funny nose ring and spiked hair that reminded me of a peacock.
My taxi drove me to a plaza hotel, evidently where the guy worked. This guy wasn�t only a lawyer himself, but he had many jobs that I was unaware of what they were, he was pretty rich though. When I got to his floor, his door was already opened. It was a bright room with a lot of space in it. He had a large desk and a nice view of the city. I stood in the hallways by the elevators for a while not knowing what to do. Feeling stupid anyway, with secretaries walking past me more than once, I just walked in.
�Who are you?� A secretary said to me when I sat on a futon in his office.
�I�m here for Mister-�
�His private office is that way.� She cut me off matter-of-factly.
I felt even more stupid, and now totally unprepared by her attitude to be working there. She didn�t look mean, she was actually very good looking. Since there were no pictures of my acquaintance other than the one of him fishing, I figured he wasn�t married. I saw him now, in his office. It was a dark office. Before he saw me, he got up and walked into yet ANOTHER room. By the pace he was walking at, I figured he was worried about something.
I sat down, in the dark room. The room dark, but lit up just a little bit by the enormous fish tank that turned me blue. Right next to this tank was a Golf Bags with a lot of clubs in it. He must have been a regular golfer. The man walked back in and sat in his desk quickly and put his hand to his forehead. For a second, I thought he was going to cry.
�Um, Mister-�
�WHAT THE FUCK!!!!�
I jumped out of my seat, �Sorry, sorry,� I laughed.
�Who�the FUCK�are you?�
�I�m-�
�Wait a second. I know who you are. Alright, so I hear to wanna be a lawyer? Well, there are easier ways to get a life, you know. Lemme get your file, alright? Sorry about me, I�m having a bad day.�
�Anything I can do to help?�
�You could become my fuckin therapist and make a million bucks a year,� he said, forcing me to judge him as person who only cares about himself.
He looked at the files in a cabinet he had, repeating my last name as if that was reminding him to find it. �Ah, here it is.�
I leaned on my arm, sitting in a comfortable chair.
�You�um�ahh�you haven�t been doing too well in school, I see.�
I sat there like an idiot wondering why he�s telling me this and feeling very disappointed. Then the phone rang.
He picked it up, not caring about the meeting talking to a friend, it seemed. I felt like shit, and squinted my eyes, wishing I met with my relative first. The man, now talking on the phone, had a very shiny bald head. He wore a white shirt like I did under my overcoat.
After he hung up, he asked me �Why do you want to become a lawyer?�
�I want to help people.�
�There�s MANY jobs that do that, why a lawyer, tell me that.�
�I don�t know, I just want to deal with their problems. I want to debate and make cases- I don�t know. My dad works with divorces, I wanna do that.�
He stared at me, raised his eyebrows, and looked as if he was going to ask �What the fuck?�
He didn�t. Instead, he said �I think you need to go back to school. Law school is just too much for you right now, that�s my opinion.�
�Okay then.� I said, hurting. �Well, then I will just talk to you later.�
He sat in silence.
Alright, my anger started fuming. I was about to make some choices that would never leave me. I�m not going back to school, school is a piece of shit. I�m going to become a resident of Florida, and make a living off of the trash in the city. �You know what? Fuck you,� I said, almost like that was the last thing I was going to do.
�FUCK FUCK FUCK!� I screamed and kicked his briefcase against the wall.
He pulled out a gun.
�Whoa, shit, I�m sorry,� my mind returned to me. What did I just do? WHAT DID I JUST DO?
�I�m sorry, alright?�
�Not yet,� he wouldn�t leave it alone. He walked over to me aiming the gun at me while I took with wet eyes and raised hands. Then he hit me with the gun in my ear.
I screamed but didn�t make any sound. It hurt so bad. The worst headache was never going to leave me, at least for a couple hours. �SShhhhhhhIT, man!�
�You know what?� he started, �I�ve had a very fucked up day, and I�m going to relieve my stress. You don�t mess with me, alright?�
He punched my nose, and the front of my face went numb, though it stung. I could feel a sharp�something�in my face that was stabbing my nose. I thought it was broken.
He took a hold of my hair and threw me into the other room. Then he walked away, shutting the door from his office to the room we were just in, with the fish tank. I used my hand to feel how much blood I lost. My finger was all that was needed to find out, and it was completely red. I wanted to cry.
Then a thin rope strangled my neck. I spit blood before the rope slid down my stomach, around my arms. The man tied the back of the rope so I couldn�t so any thing with my arms. Then he just let loose on my face. It hurt so much. There was no way he was going to get away with this. I knew that I would not leave this office unless my body was in the plastic covering in the corner. I would have thought that the plastic had been used for many bodies, if I was not distracted by so many fists leaving marks all over me.
The man sighed. �What the fuck did you think you were doing?�
I could feel blood soaking my white shirt under my nice black overcoat.
�Now I have to kill you!�
I looked at the ceiling. I heard him take a club from his Golf Bag in the other room.
�Fore,� he said and took a swing at my head�but missed and hit the back of my chair. I had leaned away. Using the rest of my might, I stood up and ran backwards, into him, hitting his legs with the metal ones on my chair. I lifted the chair off of me, since it wasn�t tied very well, and took his gun from his desk.
�Alright, bitch,� I said, �Now what the FUCK�are YOU gonna do?�
�Hey man, don�t hurt me.�
I threw his body in the other room and locked him in there. If I kill him, my life will be over. I think for about a minute before realizing that my life IS over. I have nowhere to go, nowhere to be, nothing to do. I looked at the silver gun in my hand. It looked cool, with blood around it. Then I lifted it to my head. This is it, no more. Death will be perfect, right? Since life can�t be. I thought about it, seriously considering it. So many thoughts went through my head. I couldn�t imagine death. I couldn�t imagine what would happen.
�GO ahead, shoot your fucking self,� the man said through the door. Then I noticed the peep hole. �There no bullets in it, you fucking moron.�
�Haha,� I laughed. Then I lowered the gun. Wanted to know what it felt like to pull the trigger on myself, I lifted the gun back up. I pretended that I was going to die and thought about what happens in death again. Then I closed my eyes. I STILL couldn�t do it! I couldn�t stand there and pull the trigger. My nose hurt too. Alright, I�m getting out of here. I had the same thoughts on only pulling a trigger on myself as masturbation.
I opened the door to look the mother fucker who did this to my face in the eyes. I lazily lifted the gun to HIS head, and so easily pulled the trigger.
A woman in the next room screamed. I jumped. THE GUN WAS LOADED. The man�s brains wetted my shoes. Oh fuck!
I ran out of the office hearing �SECURITY!!�
I was going to be noticeable with the blood all over me. SHIT!
With the gun, I had more power, right?
I got in somebody�s car at the bottom of the building. �GO!� I screamed, hearing police sirens. I drove, and used the open window to shoot at their tires. Then I floored it.
�YO dawg, what the shit is your problem, MAN!?� The man wearing all white clothes, now in the passenger seat said.
�Take your clothes off!�
�What the fuck, dawg, NOOOO fucking way!�
I fired a round outside, �NOW!�
�Okay, okay,� he whimpered.
�Where are you going?� I asked.
�This street right up here, man, right up here,� he whimpered again.
�Alright, you�ll get your car back, but I need to borrow your clothes,� I looked at him with two streams of blood coming out of my nose.
I looked in his trunk when we got to a bar. Wow, he had a lot of beer. He stood out of his car with only his boxers on. The hookers across the street started singing �Ooh, la laaaa.�
Then they started screaming when a police car fired a bullet at the guy, which killed him instantly. I floored his car once again, without a shirt on, I drove away.
When I got back to my hotel, I pulled into a car garage. I was able to walk around the city, seeing a helicopter, but without trouble. That was easy, I love this city. I just got away with murder. Nobody knows my name, nobody�s seen me. �Uh oh, the FILE!�
I run back to the car�and grab it. �Thank God I grabbed it.�
I called my relative back in my hotel.
�Hello?� he answers his phone.
�Hi, that guy you hooked me up with, I never got to meet him.�
�Turn on your television, he was just murdered, and the suspect got away in a really expensive car. He killed two people. Whoever�s car he stole, and the guy.�
�I�m sorry about that, was he a friend?�
�No,� my relative laughs. �No way.�
�I didn�t find him to be very friendly either.�
�Can I see you soon?�
�Sure, I guess.�
We talked for another five minutes before hanging up. Later that week, I found out that my relative was moving to another city to meet with somebody else. He had been trying to get promoted for a while and thought that I would have helped him. Having an apprentice looks really good when trying to get promoted, in just about any business.
Since my relative moved, there was not much I could do. I had my college money that I didn�t spend on the plane ticket, and that was it. I found out that my relative had been receiving phone calls from an anonymous friend and heard certain things that he didn�t like about me. This same person was the one who phoned the acquaintance while I was meeting with him. I was depressed.
So all I had was the money in my pocket.
�Except for the beer. I walked back to the car and got the beer before seeing a police unit drive in. The elevator closed before he saw me. I got wasted that night, I know that. It was my first time drinking, and I didn�t stop. The lights in the room turned black, and then bright white. Believe it or not, I thought I saw a penguin in the room. The drink and I were going to become good friends.
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