Earlier This Week in Mexico
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Earlier This Week In
MEXICO
A story told, partially in graphic novel form, written and drawn by the illustrious Paul Calabro
I hadn't been able to update this thing for days.
Life of a college student, and all that jazz. You know how it is.
Between sketches for Drawing and online work for Calculus, I'd been pinned to a wall like a poster, with not enough breathing room to gasp for a break. Then there was that paper for Writing... but I don't even want to think about it now.
The profs had been breathing down my back all week, so come Friday it was time to cut loose and drift. In a free moment from a coke and a frozen piece of pizza, I figured I'd give this thing another shot. I go to log in, all ready to update till the cows came home.
I waited for my password to register. It was taking longer than normal... Longer than it should have.
Then it hit me, like a ton of bricks. The work keeping me from my room all week, the delayed login, the pile of TNT under my desk... It was all a setup, a trap. I leapt up and through the window of my dorm room, and heard the first boom of the explosion behind me. Glass cut deep into my arms and face. I could see my own blood form droplets as it floated through the air with me, flames licking my feet as I fell.
I hit the ground rolling, and chunks of my dorm hit the ground hard, bricks driving themselves deep into the ground.
I took one last look: where my room had been was a crater in the side of the building, flames spreading and smoke clouding out the sky. I turned my head and ran.
I never looked back.
-------------------------------ooOOoo-------------------------------
I kept on the move for the better part of a week.
I called in a few favors from kids I knew on different parts of campus. For a day I had to stay with a friend in his apartment on South... What a hellhole. Rats and roaches, and I won't say what else.
Finally, I traced the explosion back far enough to get a name: Valdez.
Valdez was a small time arms dealer, operating out of Mexico. I bought a plane ticket, and began the chase.
Once in Mexico, I was able to track Valdez to a seedy dive near the airport.
Game over, Valdez.
The firefight was quick and brutal. I gave two thugs got some lead filler, and Valdez caught three in the chest. It was all over in a New York Minute.
After all was said and done, I'd escaped back to Syracuse without injury, and could update my LiveJournal again. Only a day's work in the life of a 'Cuse kid.
-------------------------------ooOOoo-------------------------------
That entry may or may not have been influenced by Once Upon a Time in Mexico and Max Payne.
After all that, do you really even care about classes and all that crap?
...Me neither.
[Written and drawn between 4:00am and 5:00am on the 13th. So if it doesn't make sense, screw.]
Earlier This Week In
MEXICO
A story told, partially in graphic novel form, written and drawn by the illustrious Paul Calabro
I hadn't been able to update this thing for days.
Life of a college student, and all that jazz. You know how it is.
Between sketches for Drawing and online work for Calculus, I'd been pinned to a wall like a poster, with not enough breathing room to gasp for a break. Then there was that paper for Writing... but I don't even want to think about it now.
The profs had been breathing down my back all week, so come Friday it was time to cut loose and drift. In a free moment from a coke and a frozen piece of pizza, I figured I'd give this thing another shot. I go to log in, all ready to update till the cows came home.
I waited for my password to register. It was taking longer than normal... Longer than it should have.
Then it hit me, like a ton of bricks. The work keeping me from my room all week, the delayed login, the pile of TNT under my desk... It was all a setup, a trap. I leapt up and through the window of my dorm room, and heard the first boom of the explosion behind me. Glass cut deep into my arms and face. I could see my own blood form droplets as it floated through the air with me, flames licking my feet as I fell.
I hit the ground rolling, and chunks of my dorm hit the ground hard, bricks driving themselves deep into the ground.
I took one last look: where my room had been was a crater in the side of the building, flames spreading and smoke clouding out the sky. I turned my head and ran.
I never looked back.
-------------------------------ooOOoo-------------------------------
I kept on the move for the better part of a week.
I called in a few favors from kids I knew on different parts of campus. For a day I had to stay with a friend in his apartment on South... What a hellhole. Rats and roaches, and I won't say what else.
Finally, I traced the explosion back far enough to get a name: Valdez.
Valdez was a small time arms dealer, operating out of Mexico. I bought a plane ticket, and began the chase.
Once in Mexico, I was able to track Valdez to a seedy dive near the airport.
Game over, Valdez.
The firefight was quick and brutal. I gave two thugs got some lead filler, and Valdez caught three in the chest. It was all over in a New York Minute.
After all was said and done, I'd escaped back to Syracuse without injury, and could update my LiveJournal again. Only a day's work in the life of a 'Cuse kid.
-------------------------------ooOOoo-------------------------------
That entry may or may not have been influenced by Once Upon a Time in Mexico and Max Payne.
After all that, do you really even care about classes and all that crap?
...Me neither.
[Written and drawn between 4:00am and 5:00am on the 13th. So if it doesn't make sense, screw.]