Tony Da Silva pushes a frontside nose bluntslide along a buttered edge at ZT Maximus.
five years he's been there. She smiled big and
said, "Good morning. Your hair looks nice short!
He smiled back and put his finger up to shush her
He was headed down a corrider to find his boss.
When he approached the lunch room, he heard his
boss's voice, "Hell no, I'm not going to keep him. I
don't give a damn if he cuts his hair or not! I've
got to get rid of twelve people, and the hippy's the
first to go! Just outside the door, the kid, I mean,
young man, brought his hand up to feel his
butchered hair. After a short moment of self-
hatred, he slowly walked down the hall. He picked
up his clipboard and walked out to his big green
truck. Before climbing into the cab, he cleared his
nasal passages and spit a large loogie down into a
special system that was originally installed for a
dairy company that used to occupy the large lot in
the 1940s or 1950s. The anger was written all
over his face, As he got into the big truck and
started it up, he looked to
his lett. He saw the cars of
the other drivers pulling
into the employee parking
lot. To his right, he saw other trucks waiting for
drivers soon to occupy them. He pulled the big
green truck out into the public street. As he did,
he looked into the entrance of the building. It was
Abbie. She smiled and waved at him as she had
done in the past. He realized that this was it. His
jobs was done, and he would no longer drive his
truck. He stared down at his clipboard. He felt
like it wouldnt matter if he made today's deliver
ies or not. He stopped by his house and left his
truck parked illegally as if he were making a nor
mal delivery but he wasn't, inside, he was packing
up his guns: his 12-gauge shotgun, his hunting
rille, a small 22, a whole assortment of different
guns that he had pride for He loaded them onto
Mike Maldonado sees red and decides to
kill the wall. Mission accomplished.
the big truck and drove up the 405 freeway. He
was headed to Palmdale or Lancaster, a desolate
area. As he was on the freeway, he'd look down
at the cars below his big truck. In his mind he
thought, "They probably think I'm just on my way
to deliver water, They have no idea that I'm going
to use all these bottles for farget practice!" As
he got off the freeway, he checked his gas gauge.
It was fine, but he stopped to get some chips,
soda, and beel jerky When he got back into his
truck and finally reached an area that seemed
desolate enough, he set up some bottles and
began shooting. He liked it. He was smiling. He felt
a great sense of relief. The only thing that both
ered him was that he wished his boss could see
With the aid of a jump ramp Sam Devlin
crooked grinds the penalty box.
how much fun he was having shooting and
destroying the large glass bottles of water. He
had already shot and destroyed ten when a police
car pulled up. The squad car parked, and two offi-
cers got out with their guns drawn. "Don't
move!" they yelled. The long hair, I mean, the guy
who used to have long hair kept his hands in the
air. The cops came over and frisked him and
asked him to step over to their car where he was
away from his guns. They asked him what he was
doing. The kid, I mean, young man, tried to explain
that he was just fired, so he got angry and want-
ed to blow off a little steam. The cops faugbed
slightly under their breaths. The asked him for his
10. They asked him what he had been fired for
"Well, I don't really know," the young man said.
Then one of the officers said, "What do you mean
you don't really know?
Then the young man
began to explain that his
boss had asked him to
cut his hair, then he went to work, he overheard
his boss say that the hippy's fired wether he cuts
his hair or not. So, after cutting his hair to keep
his job, the young man explained to the cops, he
began to feel upset and angry. The cops thought
that the situation was funny. One of the cops was
very nice. He told the young man that he was
probably in violation but to go ahead and continue
until he finished up. There were only four more
left that hadn't been shot. The young man was
relieved. He smiled and thanked the officer. He told
the cops to have a go if they wanted to, it was
cool by him. The cop that was nice to him said,
"Our bullets are numbered. We can't fire unless
it's absolutely necessary." The two cops were in
their car and driving away when the young man,
loaded his .22 handgun and fired four shots into
his heart and chest. He fell to the floor. In his mind
he was thinking, "This is it! this is the end!" He
tried to reach and get one last drink of his soda,
but he began to feel nauseous. He fell back down
to his side. In his mind he said, "Fuck it. He began
to reach into his back pocket for his beef jerky,
but before he could reach it, he fainted, m