A.G.E's Joint

As Murray left the small house, he thought to himself. The woman was an enigma. She would interesting to him if he had been single. The psychic crap never did much for him, but her energy was unmistakable. The interview went well enough. Ms. Walker described how Allen had called for an appointment. She had worked with him when he first got out of Georgia Regional, but it had been about a year since she had last seen him. She had some errands to run, so set the appointment for after dinner. She was finishing up her Moo Goo Gai Pan when he got there. She cleaned up and went out to meet him. From her earlier sessions, she knew he was schizophrenic.That wasn't uncommon among her clients. But th figure that met her had given pause. The face reminded her of Hercules after slaying the Hydra . His scent, sweat, exhaustion combined with the drivers of Hades, filled the room. The purpose of the meeting was to slow everything to focus, she knew that. Tea and small talk made him...

Blinding light … Intense heat flashed across her face as she turned toward the noise, a car splintering into pieces along with the people around it.  A body was hurled into the tree… The dull thud of impact woke her, sweat pouring from her face. The deep red sunrise peeked through the gray slatted blinds. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sandy ran her fingernails along the damp fabric of her nightgown and tried to breathe normally. This one was more than vivid, she was THERE. The images were worrisome. In all the years she had been working the Psychic gig, dreams this intense usually were triggered by someone outside of her There had only been the one client, Jeremy. He truly was dangerous. Obsessed with his enemies and hell bent on revenge.  The Zima she had after seeing him wouldn’t have done it, since she didn’t chase it with any Xanax. She had learned that moderation in all things made the next morning a lot more pleasant. Using a floral hankie to...

Fear gripped him. Then, rage.  Going what seemed like 104 past the old golf course, the pounding began in his temples. The challenge to his plans was plainly obvious to him. “Changes?” He said out loud. “Yes, there are. And I am the one in charge of them for once" He wasn’t going to fail.   Even if he took out twenty nine people, Murray and Jackson were going down in flames. Picking up a piece of an old chocolate bar, he popped in this mouth.  The cards did say the cycle would be ending, one way or another, which is true. He was going to end it. End it in a way that would be remembered for all times. If he goes with it, fine. Joining Sarah in bliss is consolation. And in those three cards was the validation that was sought. Fates?   That was for the delusional and naïve. Not an enlightened person like himself. He relaxed and slowed the car down. No need to attract attention yet.  There were no more thought...

I stopped by the bar at 3 A. M. To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend I woke up with a headache like my head against a board Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before I went in seeking clarity. Jeremy really didn’t like this song, but he was too distracted to turn the radio off. Streetlights stretching out forever in front of his eyes as he headed into the city, why he was coming back here? Smoky dives along Memorial, with their faded PBR and Miller High Life signs beckoned him to stop for solace and possibly a friend. Yeah, a friend that would scream about bombs until he had to make her stop. Like he did with Mother.   That was not a risk he could take. He couldn’t stop anyway.   A quiet voice was urging him on, one that needed to be heard. He knew whose voice it was. It was going to say bullshit. But there would be validation of his thoughts and the comfort in the crap, and some clarification in exactly how to proceed. So he followed t...