i have to got o work soon. been thinking about home and how much i want to go back to work at the restaraunt. i really liked cooking there. i learned some cool things. besides everyone smoked pot. what better job than waking up, getting high, going to work a half hour before the owner gets there, eating some great food, having the owner know your stoned and fuck with you because he is a pot head too. sigh.... i need another tattoo. i keep thinking about what i want to get and i have a few ideas. i really want another one. i want to go back to theatre classes. i want a fucking ounce of the kind buds. i want a car. no, i want a truck. i want i want iwant iwant want ................................ imagine my life in anime giving a long dialogue before a lone gunman in a silo a dark silo shawdows everywhere he gives me that look his eyes seem shut but the slits appear bright yellow he moves his hand up and takes aim at me i dive right and do one of those sideways slow motion shots i hit him in the arm and his gun falls out of his reach 'finish it' i think about it i smile take aim then i shoot him on the side of the ear just enough to cut him i turn and walk away he is still standing there clutching his arm staring at me 'mother fucker! do it!' i light a smoke turn around and fire i take a bullet in the arm he takes mine through the head the smoke feels better with a bullet in me back to the ship i have to find the other two men this is my destiny now ... ~lying in bed with the auto pilot on~ the merchants wife told me where to find that last guy it took him losing a finger to get someone to tell me, but thats how things go these days times have changed a lot sence martial law was renewed people don't seem to like answering questions from anyone except a uniform they don't even like that but they deal with it they have to deal with me too and others just like me the old regime is gone but many still have debts yet to be paid ~flashback: inside a chruch with rain pouring down outside. the occasional lightning bolt casting two mens silhouettes off the old walls and pillars. one man is kneeling before a crucifix while the other, more younger looking man, lights a smoke standing beside him.~ 'get up old man, he can't save us now, besides its over. you should go home.' 'its not over.' the younger mans eyes open wide and the lit smoke clings to the bottom lip of his mouth 'what the hell do you mean!' other man crosses himself 'the three escaped, no one knows where they are. no! forget i told you that. some things are better left undone' the young man drops the smoke, steps on it, pulls out his gun, checks the clip, and walks away. the older man begins to sob quietly. ~fades back to main character falling asleep~