Marilyn

“What’s going on! Brian!”
      “BRIAN!”
      “Call 911! NOW!”

( There was a loud thud as the gun fell to the pavement... )

March 15th, 2006
Wednesday
Seize

“You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind, Marilyn,” I had one hand on the bottom of the steering wheel as I turned to face Marilyn in the passenger side. “We are not going to see Jacoby in jail, okay? It’s stupid. It’s such a fucking stupid idea,” but I found myself driving to the prison, anyway. Jacoby was ( Read more... )

Brian
“I think someone’s at the door,” Michelle informed me, even though I was sitting right across from the door and heard the doorbell.
Getting up and opening the door, I gave an annoyed eye roll. “Yeah, I think you’re - Matt, John, what the fuck happened to you?” I moved out of the way as Matt roughly pushed him in.
“I don’t know. He won’t go to ( Read more... )

Matt
     Rapidly pounding on the door, I was flustered, red-in-the-face, and I couldn’t calm myself down at all. I sped all the way over to John’s house in Costa Mesa as quickly as I could.
“Hey,” I bellowed out at him through the door, hoping someone would just answer the fucking door. “Come on, Johnny, open up, man. You called me, remember?” and ( Read more... )