1:45 pm
Q&A time: what kind of music do you like. Excellent question. I love a lot of different kinds of music, rock & roll obviously, dance music, anything with a good beat. But I will share that the rage likes only one song when he is working on a guest and that is Britney Spears’ “Work Bitch!” He frigging loves that song and plays it over in a loop when he….works. Don’t try to reason with the rage, he doesn’t listen and he loves Britney.
Speaking of Work Bitch, that’s what we have been up to the last couple of days. I’m in the process of changing out my vehicle (s) with alternate power vehicles. Kevin says we need to respect and help improve the planet and since that’s our core mission objective, I can’t argue that fact. I sold my last transport vehicle and haven’t had time to source a new alternative energy vehicle yet so I improvised and took the bus. Yeah, the bus. If I thought there was crazy people at Karaoke, they don’t hold a candle to bus dwellers. India lives in an older residential area and there is a lot of space between the houses so a frontal approach was called for. Maybe I was feeling bold after experiencing all the bus had to offer, maybe I just needed a change. I walked right up to India’s front door and hit the doorbell. I was standing in front of the peephole, but I had my head turned so he couldn’t recognize me right off. I heard the locks slide and the door creaked open and the upright corpse says “what do you want”, such a gentleman. I turned so he could fully see my face and said “I came to collect for my pie” and then I reached out and hit him with the stun gun and he flopped backwards into the house. I stepped over the threshold and shoved the door closed. I had been by India’s house before and knew that he parked his vehicle in the garage so I drug him into the garage and loaded him into the trunk and headed to the ops center.
You remember I said something about acupuncture right? Well, I did some research and while it was designed to reduce pain, I can only reason that a slight variation of location and of course needle size, may produce the opposite and actually cause pain. The rage perked right up at this finding. As I was dragging India through his garage, I saw he had a small compressor and a finish nail gun….interesting. We grabbed both on our way out. I had a chart hung on the wall in the ops center showing the proper points to insert the needles. We fired up the compressor and loaded some finish nails into the gun and aimed about a half inch off from the proper point and we received the exact reaction we were looking for, pain. Don’t fuck with the rage’s pecan pie! “You want a hot body” thump, “You want a Bugatti” thump/scream, “You want a Maserati” thump/scream/pass out. Don’t worry, there are several verses to the song and that is before the loop starts. It was a long night and I think the body weighed an additional 3 pounds from all the nails when I went to load him back into the trunk and head out for disposal. I found the title for India’s car when we were in his house and of course, he signed it for us, what a guy. After the body was disposed of and the car cleaned properly and filled with fuel, we drove to our bus stop and found the older lady who we met the other night on the bus. She takes the bus for an hour each way from her house to an office building in the center of the city where she cleans the buildings all night. We handed her the title and the keys and headed back to the ops center on foot. It was a beautiful night for a walk.