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-|- Death on the Installment Plan; Part Two -|-  -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- WELCOME TO THE SINNERS CLUB -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- .........Well, Hello Again,......My Devils and Debutants,.....It's Always such a Pleasure to see all of You back here again,.....Pull up a Chair, grab a Smoke, or a Drink, or whatever it is that Cures what's Ailing You,.....I'm going to take tonight to present the Second Part of my Two Part story of Youthful Indiscretion and Chemically Induced Mayhem, That I like to call "Death on the Installment Plan".....Part Two, called "War Heroes" after an obscure Jimi Hendrix Album is again, quite lengthy,.....In retrospect, I probably should have cut this one into Three Parts,.....But it would seem that Poor Planning has been a Prevalent Theme through out my entire life,.....Regardless,.....Here it Is,....My Denizens of the Darkness,.....I hope you Enjoy It,......... -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|-  -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- DEATH ON THE INSTALLMENT PLAN; PART TWO -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- "Out of nine lives, I've spent seven, Now how in the world do you get to heaven? Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in." ~ The Band ~ "The Shape I'm In." "I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen." ~ John Steinbeck ~ "The Winter of Our Discontent." ..........Well,.....I thought, you certainly don't need a Magic Eight Ball to see that Old Bill was far more intoxicated than Usual,.....Between his Yelling and Slurring and the way that he was holding onto the counter for balance,.....Kind of like a Punch Drunk fighter struggling to make the standing eight count, without pitching forward onto the canvas,.....His face Fushed the color of a Bruised Plum,.....His eyes Rolling Around in his skull as if on rusty ball bearings,.....Spit flying from his mouth in a Heavily Reeking alcohol laced spray,.....All while he Cursed and Wailed,.....Pounding his Fists on the counter top,....... "You Two-Bit Greasy Piece Of Shit!.....You Can't Kick Me Out Of A Shit Hole Like This!!" Screams Bill, "I Fought For This Fuckin' Country!!!" "Hey Bill,....." Scott says reasonably, "It ain't like that,.....Calm Down." "Is That Right?!?!" Furiously banging his fists on the counter top, "I Spilled Blood For This Country,.....And Now I'm Supposed To Let Some Dirty Grease Ball Fuck Face Tell Me When And Where I Can Play A Little Pool?!?!.....Does That Sound Right To You?!?!" He asks the Pool Hall in general. "Billy,.....Slow Down a second and take a Good Look at Yourself,.....You can't even stand up!.....What you Need to Do,.....Is to go home and Sleep it Off." Scott says firmly. "What The Fuck Is The World Coming To?!?!" Billy wails, His head thrown back, with one clenched fist raised towards Heaven, as the other beat out this last statement on the counter in blunt unison with each word. .........I walk over as Nonchalantly as Possible, taking my hands out of my pockets to dangle loosely at my sides as I go. "Hey Scott,.....Bill." I say as I approach the front counter, nodding calmly to the both of them, while slowly moving slightly off to Grumpy Bills right, in a sort of semi flanking position, just in case things got a little more Out of Control than Normal, which it seemed they might. "What's going on, Gentlemen?" I ask in my best Diplomatic tone. "It sounds like You were just Leaving,.....Huh Bill?" "Fuck You!.....You Fuckin' Long Haired Pot Smokin' Hippie Piece Of Shit!!" He screams up into my face. "You Two Big Fuckin' Assholes Don't Scare Me!!.....I Killed Guys Twice Your Size In The War!!!" "C'mon now Bill." Scott says calmly. "Just go on home, and we'll forget that any of this ever happened,.....How's that sound?" "Fuck The Both Of You!.....I'm Shooting Some Motherfuckin' Pool!!.....And I'd Like To See Either One Of You Two Pussys Try And Stop Me!!!" He declares, teeth bared in a foam lined smile, Flipping us Both a double bird. .........I remember noticing, as I stood there looking at him, that it seemed at some point, earlier in the evening, he must have Vomited down the front of his old Army issue field jacket, and apparently it had frozen there,.....But now, however, as he stood there, gripping the edge of the counter with both hands to keep from falling over, while yelling and screaming,.....It was beginning to Melt, and slowly Slide Off of him like the worlds most Rancid Slurpee. "C'mon Now Bill." Spanish Scott began to plead from behind the counter, most likely hoping that the Cut Down Pool Cues that were kept hanging by lanyards under the cash register wouldn't have to come into play. "Fuck Off, Assholes!.....I'll Do Whatever I Fuckin' Feel Like!!.....And You Ain't Going To Do Shit About It Either, Fuck Face!!!" He Decalared this Last, so that Everybody in the establishment could hear it,.....Foam was beginning to run from the corners of his mouth down his stubbled chin. .........You didn't have to look around to know that Everyone in the place was staring in a mixture of Curiosity and Knowing,.....Knowing and Waiting for the Inevitable Violent Conclusion to this Disturbing Spectacle. "Ok Bill," Scott says Finally, with a sigh of Resignation. "Now, You listen to Me,.....You're not doing Anything here,.....Except Leaving,.....Now, whether You want to do This the Easy way," He continued, bringing one of the cut down cues up from under the register into full view, "Or, whether You want to do This the Hard Way,.....It doesn't matter much to Me at this point Bill, because you've already gone and put a Major Cramp in My evening,.....But, One Thing is Certain,.....One Way, or the Other, You're Leaving,.....And You're Leaving Right Fuckin' Now!" "You Rotten Bastards!.....I'll Fuckin' Kill You!!" Grumpy Bill shrieks in utter outrage, his eyes threatening to pop clear out of his skull from the Exertion, Frustration, and Extreme Intoxication. "You know What, Bill?" Scott says, picking up the telephone from where it hung on the wall. "That's It!.....Fuck This!.....And Fuck You!.....I've had Enough of Your Crazy Ass Bullshit, You Fuckin' Lush!.....I'm callin' the Fuckin' Police, and You can spend the night in jail,.....Again!.....How's that sound? You Drunken' Fuckin' Shit Heel!" "Ok,....Ok,.....I See How It Is!" He Growls, Foam Frothing from his mouth like a Rabid with the Mange. "And I'm Just The Motherfucker To Give It To You!!" "Billy!" Scott Yells "I'm Not Fucking Joking!.....Get The Fuck Out, before I have Your Ass Arrested!" "I'd listen to him if I were you, Billy." I advise him "Alright You Rotten Cocksuckers!" He screams at us both. "That's Fuckin' It!!.....You Want To Threaten Me?!?!.....I'm Going Out To My Truck, And Get My Gun, Then I'm Coming Back In Here And I'm Going To Blow Both Of Your Worthless Heads Off!!" He shrieks like a Banshee. "And When I'm Done, I'm Going To Slit Your Goddamned Throats Just For Good Measure!" He roars to a Climactic Finish, while slowly drawing his finger across his throat in a mock cutting gesture,.....And with That, he turned abruptly on his heels, almost going sprawling full out on his face, before catching himself,.....And with a Lurch and a Stagger,.....He made it to the door,.....And after standing there for a moment, to regain both his breath, and his balance,.....He pulled open the door with a jerk, and stumbled out into the windy snow covered parking lot, leaving us both standing there in mild shock and disbelief over the whole nasty situation that had just transpired. "Holy Fucking Shit!" I finally say, with a laugh "That was fuckin' Intense!" "Yeah," Scott says, "A real Buzz Kill." And we both laugh at that. "I'll bet that Drunken Bastard sniffed out those bottles you've got stashed in the bathroom ceiling, because he was No where's Near that drunk when he got here." "Well," I say, considering the idea, "Thank Sweet Lucifer's Halo that I finished that bottle of 1800 the night you fleeced that Greek,.....I'd have hated to see it waisted on Him." "Hey,.....Listen Man," Spanish Scott says to me, "Go and have a look out of the front window and make sure that Bill left,.....I don't want him to pass out in his truck and freeze to death on us." "Ah,.....Fuck Him!.....He can go and Shit in his Hat and wear it Backwards for all that I care." I say, walking over to the big front window to peer out between the neon Open/Closed sign, and the big "Brunswick Tables" banner. "No,.....He's still out there in his truck, the interior light is on, but I can't quite make out what the fuck he's doing," I inform Scott, "It kind of looks like he's waving his hands around and talking to himself." "Alright, That's It, I'm calling the Cops, man,.....As much as I hate to do it, I've Never seen him like that before, he was absolutely batshit, there's no telling what he may decide to do,.....Plus,.....he's so drunk that he shouldn't even be Conscious, let alone Driving." Scott reasons. "Ah,.....Fuck Him!" I say, "He only lives like four blocks away,.....And besides,.....You know Him and his War Psychosis Bullshit, It's All a Big Fucking Act that he puts on to make people think he's some Stone Cold Killer,.....It's All just a Big Load of Shit." I continue with a chuckle, "He sure was on a roll this time though, wasn't he?......Foaming at the Mouth and All that Shit,.....I'll tell You this Though, if you do call the Jakes on him and he gets pulled over again,.....Not Only will he get his,.....I dunno,.....Twentieth D.W.I.,....But, when they lock him up this time, they'll be sure to put a little time behind it,.....Repeat Offender and All." "Shit," Scott begins, "He hasn't had a valid drivers license since Maryln Monroe skinny dipped in the White House pool anyhow,.....And a little time in County Lock Up, off the sauce for awhile, would probably save his worthless ass." He adds. "It's Your call man." I tell him. "Just give Me enough time to go and stash this shit that I've got on Me, before You turn this place into a fuckin' police station." I mutter, shaking my head. "Yeah,.....Go ahead," Scott replies, motioning me around the counter, nodding towards the office door. "Here, take the key." He adds, tossing me the key ring underhand, while he picks up the phone and begins to dial the police station number, reading it of the wall from where it was written in black magic marker. "Go ahead and lock it in the middle desk drawer." .........By the time that I emerged from the back room, I could already see the Flashing Strobes of at least Three police cruisers outside in the parking lot, and the entire pool hall had emptied out, with the exception of a few old timers with Nowhere better to go. Spanish Scott looked a little nervous at all this activity, and after a closer look out the front window, I could see that police officers had both of the trucks doors open, and several cops were leaning into the cabin on either side, examining something with great interest. Soon an undercover car pulled up to the scene, and a man in plain clothes got out. Immediately, an officer came over to him, and the two began to talk to each other in a very matter of fact way. I couldn't, however see Old Bill Anywhere,.....Maybe they've already gotten him into the back of a squad car, I reasoned,.....That wouldn't be all that surprising,.....Given the way that he had been acting,.....Hell, I thought, at this point, Anything seemed Possible,.....And that was when the Ambulance came pulling up,....... .........A few short moments later, and the plain clothed police officer came in to Question us, and to take any Statemants that we may have. The Detective was a short, heavyset, slightly balding, middle aged fellow, with the world weary disposition of a man who has been forced to look too long at the underbelly of society. He wore a striped tie, a rumpled brown suit jacket, a deeply creased frown to match his wrinkled brow, and a large revolver in a shoulder rig. After introducing himself as "Detective Bradley Mills, Dover Township Police Department, he showed us Both his badge and I.D. that declared him a Detective, First Class, and with that, he commenced with his line of questioning, to which we both answered as meagerly and simply as we possibly could, carefully weighing each question before offering up our mostly mono syllabic responses. Something Big was going Down, and for the time being, neither of us knew what exactly the nature of it was yet. All of this he wrote down, slowly, and carefully into a small pocket sized spiral bound notebook. .........Once Detective Mills had taken both of our statements, and finished with his questions, he let out a tired sigh, as he flipped his notepad closed, and stuffed it back into his breast pocket. "Now." He began, "I just want to make sure that I've gotten All of the Facts straight here." And when he said the word "facts" he said it as if it had left a Nasty Aftertaste in his mouth. "Alright,.....Mr. Halloran came in here earlier this evening,....." "Who?" I ask. "Bill" Scott interjects "Right,...." Mills says, "Ok,.....Mr, Halloran came in earlier this evening, visibly intoxicated, and when you asked him to leave, he refused, and you called us." He finishes dryly, "Is that correct?" "Completely." I answer. "Yes, Sir." Scott adds, and then after a short pause he asks, "Detective,......Is Bill alright?" When Mills looked at us again, something in his eyes had changed,somehow, something had gotten colder, even sharpened a little and you could see that there wasn't anymore of that initial weariness to be seen anywhere, what had taken its place looked suspiciously like Cold Hard Satisfaction. "No,.....No, as a matter of fact, He's Not alright,.....Mr. Halloran, or Bill, which ever you prefer,.....Is Not alright,.....He's Dead." He says, with a simple finality that hits me like a Sucker Punch to the Sternum. "What!?!?!" We both blurt out at the same time, our mouths falling open in unison, like a couple of Rubes, who have just gotten taken on their First Bait and Switch con, and again, I could swear I saw that vague look of approval glimmer in Detective Mill's eyes at our dual expressions of shock, as we both attempted to process this new bit of information "Yeah," He said rather blandly. "It looks to be a heart attack or possibly a stroke, but we won't know for certain until they perform an autopsy." "Holy Shit,.....That's Terrible." Scott mutters. "Actually, it appears to have worked out Quite Well for the two of you." "Say What?" Scott asks. "Yeah,.....How do you figure that?" I ask. "Well," Mills begins, "When the officers arrived, they discovered Mr. Halloran slumped over, face first on the front seat of his truck, he was already dead, but, what caught the officers attention was the large bayonet he had stuffer down the back of his pants, and when the officers turned Mr, Halloran over, they discovered that he was clutching a Nine Millimeter handgun to his chest. There was also a box of spilled cartridges on the passenger side floor of the truck. It would appear that Mr, Halloran, or would You rather I call him Bill?.....was apparently frantically trying to load this weapon when he passed." Mills looks slowly at the both of us once again before continuing on with his story. "Now, To Me that seems like the actions of an Irrational man with Murder on his Mind,......And Furthermore, I'm willing to bet that if he Hadn't suffered Whatever Terminal Event that killed him, Once he got done Loading that Gun, He was planning on coming Back in Here, and turning this place into "The Wild Bunch" Neither of us could offer up any sort of comment on this New Revelation in the story, but we both stood there with our mouths hanging open like we might be trying to. Detective Mills paused for a long moment, seeming to consider his next remark before continuing. "You would think that such a thing would leave an impression on a person,.....I sure hope I'm Right." He said, before adding, "But,.....I've No Doubt that I'll be seeing you boys again, sometime soon." And with that, he turned, and after surveying the near empty pool hall a moment longer, he opened the door and Disappeared out into the Night, but as he promised, he sure didn't Disappear from my Life, and in later years would become quite an irritant.....To say the Least. -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- THE END ? -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|-  -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- SEE YOU IN THE FUNNY PAPERS -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- -|- |
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The day you decide to publish your own novel, I'll be the first to grab one. Stay Sinful! 
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Excellent BP! Love your smile.. what isn't to love about you sexy man  hugs VBecome a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Lol I can see why dessert was so welcome! Intense and enjoyed your writing.
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Great storytelling as usual, my friend. Poor Bill. I feel sorry for him, but not so sorry as to be glad that it was he who bought the farm and not you.  
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I was hoping that i'd be in this one..*pouts* but that's okay that cute lil' grin you have makes me forgive you!   ..just join me on my blog bustybettyboop and still looking for some hot,sexy,creative contestants for my next contest...come join us! need a blog mentor or want to be one? 
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wow! great read darlin'....wild times to say the least...i have had some in my day...isnt it funny how karma,or fate...whatever you want to call it...keeps us here for some bigger reason....life is a funny ,twisted thing...you should write for a living...you really have a way of making a person feel like they are there...you are gifted...kisses love,T
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Entertaining read Sinner Man,..so this was 1,...out of 9 how many do you have left? Good girls go to heaven,....Bad girls go EVERYWHERE! I love to travel  Come visit my blog tigger678902
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Crap, also wanted to say really love the pic. Almost naked pics aren't always needed. Though they are welcome! I sent an Angel to watch over you last night, it returned in a hurry. I asked why, it said "Angels can't watch porn." Thanks for fucking traumatizing my fucking Angel! Don't bother trying to figure me out. Not even the little voices in my head understand me. It's pointless!
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That was really well written. Felt like I was reading a novel. I couldn't wait to get to the next line, next line, etc. That's crazy to think it was off of actual events. I sent an Angel to watch over you last night, it returned in a hurry. I asked why, it said "Angels can't watch porn." Thanks for fucking traumatizing my fucking Angel! Don't bother trying to figure me out. Not even the little voices in my head understand me. It's pointless!
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