11:40 am
Hey, thanks for all your feedback from my music expose’ the other day. Apparently, I was the only one not hip to these groups but I have to say, it has really helped expand the consequences phase. An example you ask, wait for it, later in our show viewers. First, let me introduce you to the first shot of Whiskey. I had to have a sub category and you know I like symmetry. You will meet several shots along the way I have a feeling. Let me introduce you to number One.
One is one of the key players in my gang. He’s like the captain of the team on the field, not the head shot caller or coach, but proven, tough, just the kind of guy the Rage likes to have a cold beer with. Well, the Rage has a cold beer, his guests generally get the warmer version of it coming back out. I told you what they did to defenseless children didn’t I. Time for another cold one.
I went off on a little bit of a tangent there, I apologize. One was a tough nut to crack, even after I cracked one of his nuts he was hesitant to tell the Rage what he wanted to hear. Cool, time to change tactics. It’s shockingly simple to acquire hydrochloric acid and a glass dropper. Don’t need anything elaborate. Sorry, I’m getting way ahead of myself here, I didn’t tell you how One came to be our guest yet. Let me share.
We’ve been watching this “soon to be living the rest of his short life in excruciating pain, mother fucker” (sorry, I love Pulp Fiction), and knew where he was going tonight. Usually the pack members stay together, but every Sunday night, One was up to a little two-timing. Yep, cheating bastard. Don’t fret, it would soon be a moot point. One pulled up outside his little hussy’s pad and don’t you know the Rage was hanging out by the hedge One parked next to. Might have been packing a stun gun as well. Let’s just say One got right back in his ride….in the trunk.
Back to the acid and dropper. It is also shockingly easy to find vacant buildings that work just fine for an improv Chateau. Just need somewhere the screams, and yes, the Rage’s singing, cannot travel beyond. The later may bring harsher charges than what we are about to do to One. So back to my musical evolution. One was strapped down to a table, I prefer it waist height. One was wearing no clothes and even though it was cool inside, One seemed to still be sweating. I don’t know if you have ever had the bad luck to come in direct contact with hydrochloric acid, it ain’t fun if One’s reaction is any indication. Still, the tough nut would not crack.
I had no choice, I unleashed the Rage and let his voice fly. I’m not insane, I had my wireless headphones on setting number “please don’t let me hear him sing” and hit Call Me by the group Shinedown. It is a ballad of sorts and when you are trying to scare someone while you torture them for information, having the Rage sing at the top of his lungs “Call me a sinner, call me a saint”, I think I got what I was going for. It was a deadly combination and One started spilling the beans. I mean that in multiple ways, the next improv Chateau will have a functioning ventilation system. At one point, he began to hesitate giving me the most crucial part of the information. It happens, the body gets used to the pain and they start to give up to the inevitable blackness to come. That’s when we crack the nut. I leaned in close to One’s ear,
“I’m not going to kill you, no, that would be too kind. I am going to do something much worse to you. I’m going to finish this….” I held up a small mirror I had brought along and he saw the acid burns on his chest. After a few seconds he finally registered that the drops formed words…. BABY RAP….. “And then I’m going to make sure you make it into prison. They love baby rapers…” I got the rest of the information I needed in succinct, actionable format.
One was the leader of a team that killed three men, all with families. I finished the tattoo and One, as I understand it, is on suicide watch in a federal holding facility awaiting trial. He’s going to be so popular in prison…..