A quiet evening at home with a girl I met at the local establishment. I must've been drunk because she wasn't my type. A little chubby compared to my usual one night stands, and dressed to impress... if it were 1985. Man I must be sober now because this dream became a nightmare. Time to kick her out. "I got stuff to do babe, you oughta leave" "awww Cony you are so cute, why don't we hang out a little longer, I want to get to know you more." Damn she's a lingerer. I could resort to plan B and just throw her out, but for some reason I have more dignity than that. So, instead I simply said, "there's something you gotta know though..." After her look of conufusion I continuted, "I have AIDS." She stormed out like a speed racer crying. I thought this method way was better.
Today is a big day, getting ready to play in the city baseball championship. Bar league yes, but very competitive. We are playing the Mequon Beer Drinkers. Ya, that's the actual team name. Their big hitter, Lewis Horoquio is their only sober player, but they managed to make the championship by winning by forfeit over the other teams who were too drunk to finish. In Mequon, either you're drunk, or sober and realize where you are (Mequon, where nobody wants to ever be). Our team, the Mequon Haters, have gone undefeated and Dan and I have carried the load on offense while remaining sober for the most part. A little weed between innings may get passed but that's to keep us from beating the other teams too badly. Our team is loaded and unbeatable, so today should be no different.
We call this weed the Ners weed. Good and bad, this weed has been a staple of our kind and really is the only weed strong enough to get a Ners high for some time. I have normal people friends as well, they smoke it and don't move much, and rarely have enough energy to even laugh like a normal stoner. The NINJA are the power source behind the drugs and have created an empire and thus monopolized the drug business in the area.
It's game time though, and a release from the Ners Wars. Being on the run and on the watch out is a tough living, but it is great cause for adrenaline and excitement, that most people don't get to experience, especially in Mequon where there is nothing to do. The phone is ringing, it must be Lewis here to pick me up for the game. Unknown number... hmm I'm always curious, I might as well pick it up because last time I didn't it turned out to be the MTV wanting to record a video.
"What up?" .....
Nothing.
Then a loud noise came from the other room. I went to look and everything looked normal. I sat on the couch to tie my shoes but still felt like something was wrong. I finished tying my right shoe, I do the rabbit ears method, and then I went to put my jersey on. I grabbed my gun, because I must always be loaded, even from non Ners who are after me for unworthy reasons.
I was on my way out when I noticed the stove was on. Wondering how, I managed to turn it off and pretend it was me who turned it on, even though I don't cook. Must have been that dumb broad from earlier trying to make some food, she couldn't even do that right.
I saw Lewis' car parked but he was parked far away from my house. Strange, I decided not to proceed and texted him but got no reply. I turned to go back into the house but to my surprise, I saw myself, but it wasn't me. It was a clone of me. How could this be?
"You have to come with me, they will kill you."
"Who will kill me? I assume everyone could kill me at this point!"
"Just trust me, they will kill us both right now if you don't come."
I looked down at my chest and noticed a red marker. This was good enough reason to believe Ikes had a hit man Ners aimed at me. But they wouldn't kill me would they? They need me alive more than they want me dead. I decided to go with.
Now I'm in a car with a man that looks just like me, driving me somewhere I most likely don't want to be. Maybe this is what we need though, what we need to lead us to the NINJA's destruction.
