Post by tobeornottobe on Dec 3, 2006 13:38:35 GMT -5
I walked up to him in the alley. The rain drops falling on my head. Brick walls with graffiti written all over them, the dumpsters rest on them and release a rotten, fishy smell that should be banished to the other side of the world. The spam, discarded boxes, baggies of drugs, liquor bottles, vomit and candy wrappers try to cover the concrete from the rain.
"IT IS A SIN TO DO THIS", I think to myself.
But what did I care at this point? It's only my career, my love and my life that I am putting at stake right here. I took short baby steps over to the dealer at the far end down the alley. He looks like he fits the stereotype of a low life dealer. Ripped jeans, dirty, worn out sneakers, a dark hooded sweatshirt with bleach stains and a thick five o'clock shadow to complete the look.
I would be a hypocrite if I called him the low life. He is, but I am also. I am killing myself softly. The mix of guilt and excitement filly my head and my body. Still, there is a strong reminder of the sin I am committing. Is it a sin? It fells like one. I approach the man face to face. He looks at me and smiles a nasty, toothless smile from ear to ear.
"What do ya need, man?"
I hear these words escape his mouth. I never bought drugs off of a dealer before. I was new at this, but I know what I want. I look him in the eyes. I realize that one eye is twitching rapidly. Probably all the years of abusing.
"You got any heroine?"
I finally reply to him and I inform him about my drug of choice. He digs his right hand into his jeans pocket and pulls out a small bottle.
"Just made this baby this morning. It's beautiful, ain't it?
He looks as happy as a school girl while holding it up with his thumb and his index fingers in the air. He looked back over to me and his smile got even wider.
"Wait....I know you. You're that wrestler guy! You're Miguel Sanchez! Well, well well...Looks like I came across a very, very wealthy man."
He immediately drops his left hand into his left jeans pocket and pulls out a gun. He points it right to my forehead. At this point, I feel...cold. I feel even more scared now. Everything changes when you have a gun right on your head and a crazy, high man being the "trigger man".
"For you? I'll make it a special price. Ten thousand dollars. Give it to me or I'll take it from you."
It's like being left in between a rock and a hard place. Immediately I think of one person... Allison. I can only imagine how she would react to know that I was shot in the head and found dead in a smelly dumpster all over drugs. I look at the guy in the face again. He thinks that I am going to go down without a fight. I can't give him my wallet and I can't have him take my life away.
I grab his arm and shift it to the side. He fires a bullet and it barley misses me. I grab his arm and drop him to his knees. I immediately lock in a arm bar to the arm that he is holding the gun with. He grunts and screams in pain. He drops the gun. I then pick him up and ram him head first into the brick wall. He falls on the wet, dirty ground knocked out. I look down at him for a split second and I realize what I did.
I can't just leave empty handed after what he just did to me. I bend down and rummaged through all his pockets. The hoodie pockets, the jeans pockets and even his socks and shoes. I found a whole lot of things. I found about six thousand dollars. I found some coke and all the heroine that I would ever need. I laugh in happiness. I take my new found belongings and I rush back down the alley to my car. I rush in and turn the key. I pop some pills and I take a huge gulp of the absolute that was left in the car.
I speed off. So many things start to enter my head like a bad hurricane. The most notable thing is that 6 man tag match at Felo-de-se. In my condition, I probably won't even make it there. I'm
ed up at this point. But Skyler Striker, Wayne McGurk, and Kurt Burton would have to wait. They will have to wait for me to try to cleanse their souls. But why should I stop at them. I am my own man here. I don't need Calvin Lee or the Ice slut to be my backup. I'm my own army. I don't need anybody. Striker, Burton and McGurk need to stay the f*** out of my life! They need to stay far, far way from me and my destiny to become the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion. But I can't even get to that right now.
I am too full of sin. I am driving down a highway, drunk and high. My life is going through a spiral. I need to focus and realize what I am doing. But what I am doing is good! I love the high right now. It is the greatest feeling that I felt all year. But still, I need to focus on that match. A win in this tag match will boost me up the ranks among normal men. It will get me closer to who may free me of these chains I call sin. With the gold, he will respect me and make me a follower of his practice.
I need to overcome the trio of Kurt Burton, Wayne McGurk and Skyler Striker. I need to keep focus that my partners can be of some use for me. I need to focus at the task at hand. I need to focus on working through this self destruction of envy. I need to be normal again. I need to get my live back on track and get the respect that I have longed for years for. I need to focus on my priorities and be saved...From myself.
---------------------------------------------------
"IT IS A SIN TO DO THIS", I think to myself.
But what did I care at this point? It's only my career, my love and my life that I am putting at stake right here. I took short baby steps over to the dealer at the far end down the alley. He looks like he fits the stereotype of a low life dealer. Ripped jeans, dirty, worn out sneakers, a dark hooded sweatshirt with bleach stains and a thick five o'clock shadow to complete the look.
I would be a hypocrite if I called him the low life. He is, but I am also. I am killing myself softly. The mix of guilt and excitement filly my head and my body. Still, there is a strong reminder of the sin I am committing. Is it a sin? It fells like one. I approach the man face to face. He looks at me and smiles a nasty, toothless smile from ear to ear.
"What do ya need, man?"
I hear these words escape his mouth. I never bought drugs off of a dealer before. I was new at this, but I know what I want. I look him in the eyes. I realize that one eye is twitching rapidly. Probably all the years of abusing.
"You got any heroine?"
I finally reply to him and I inform him about my drug of choice. He digs his right hand into his jeans pocket and pulls out a small bottle.
"Just made this baby this morning. It's beautiful, ain't it?
He looks as happy as a school girl while holding it up with his thumb and his index fingers in the air. He looked back over to me and his smile got even wider.
"Wait....I know you. You're that wrestler guy! You're Miguel Sanchez! Well, well well...Looks like I came across a very, very wealthy man."
He immediately drops his left hand into his left jeans pocket and pulls out a gun. He points it right to my forehead. At this point, I feel...cold. I feel even more scared now. Everything changes when you have a gun right on your head and a crazy, high man being the "trigger man".
"For you? I'll make it a special price. Ten thousand dollars. Give it to me or I'll take it from you."
It's like being left in between a rock and a hard place. Immediately I think of one person... Allison. I can only imagine how she would react to know that I was shot in the head and found dead in a smelly dumpster all over drugs. I look at the guy in the face again. He thinks that I am going to go down without a fight. I can't give him my wallet and I can't have him take my life away.
I grab his arm and shift it to the side. He fires a bullet and it barley misses me. I grab his arm and drop him to his knees. I immediately lock in a arm bar to the arm that he is holding the gun with. He grunts and screams in pain. He drops the gun. I then pick him up and ram him head first into the brick wall. He falls on the wet, dirty ground knocked out. I look down at him for a split second and I realize what I did.
I can't just leave empty handed after what he just did to me. I bend down and rummaged through all his pockets. The hoodie pockets, the jeans pockets and even his socks and shoes. I found a whole lot of things. I found about six thousand dollars. I found some coke and all the heroine that I would ever need. I laugh in happiness. I take my new found belongings and I rush back down the alley to my car. I rush in and turn the key. I pop some pills and I take a huge gulp of the absolute that was left in the car.
I speed off. So many things start to enter my head like a bad hurricane. The most notable thing is that 6 man tag match at Felo-de-se. In my condition, I probably won't even make it there. I'm
ed up at this point. But Skyler Striker, Wayne McGurk, and Kurt Burton would have to wait. They will have to wait for me to try to cleanse their souls. But why should I stop at them. I am my own man here. I don't need Calvin Lee or the Ice slut to be my backup. I'm my own army. I don't need anybody. Striker, Burton and McGurk need to stay the f*** out of my life! They need to stay far, far way from me and my destiny to become the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion. But I can't even get to that right now.I am too full of sin. I am driving down a highway, drunk and high. My life is going through a spiral. I need to focus and realize what I am doing. But what I am doing is good! I love the high right now. It is the greatest feeling that I felt all year. But still, I need to focus on that match. A win in this tag match will boost me up the ranks among normal men. It will get me closer to who may free me of these chains I call sin. With the gold, he will respect me and make me a follower of his practice.
I need to overcome the trio of Kurt Burton, Wayne McGurk and Skyler Striker. I need to keep focus that my partners can be of some use for me. I need to focus at the task at hand. I need to focus on working through this self destruction of envy. I need to be normal again. I need to get my live back on track and get the respect that I have longed for years for. I need to focus on my priorities and be saved...From myself.
---------------------------------------------------
Fin
