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BANG! BANG! (c) Nick Anvil 2004
The name's Nick Anvil. I'm a private snoop. Oh, not the kind you're thinking about. I mean you could say the two are similar, but I snoop around the inner city. That's right, the city inside my own head. I keep two voices loaded at all times, the one in my head and the one in my mouth. I like to dig around, stir things up, just to see what I can find. But you've gotta be careful, you know, watch your backside. You never know when one of them is going to blow. Hair triggers on both of them. When you've been in this line of work as long as I have, sometimes you catch one of them, but it's quick and you've gotta be quicker.
I could hear the alarm buzzing in the background like some annoying insect. "Damn!", the shot rang out. I jumped to my feet, looking around, rubbing the morning fog from my eyes. I stumbled into the bathroom. The water filled the basin. I turned and dipped my hands into the tepid liquid. Splashing the water across my face and hair, I looked into the mirror. "Is anybody home?" Two shots parted my hair like a hot knife cutting through butter. The morning had officially begun.
I grabbed the towel behind me and ran a comb through my hair. The light of day was just beginning to break on the horizon. I walked down the hallway and turned on the kitchen light. Three bugs scattered across the counter. "You and me pal, you and me," I said. Bang...bang...bang - the voice was shooting off blanks. No conviction behind the words. But I knew how those bugs felt. I too had the desire to just turn around, run and grab a couple hours of sack time, and then see how the day looked. "Nah, that's way too easy!" Well, we both knew that was true.
The water gurgled through the coffee maker. The smell was strong, warm and inviting. I grabbed a cup and filled it with the dark liquid. Soft and quiet the rumble of gunfire could be heard in the background. I heard it, like some low level electricity in the air. I know it's there, and hey, they know I'm here. It was a mutual understanding of each other's existence.
Life, breathing, oxygen can't exist without carbon dioxide. One is virtually non-existent without the other. I guess that's how you could say this relationship works. I know that my thoughts have to become verbal. But, how much they're talked about, well, that's something else. It's like the type of combat tactics where you only give out as much information as necessary. Don't offer any more or less than is needed. It's a simple but effective method, to say the least.
With the last gulp of coffee, I put the cup in the sink and headed for the bedroom. It's time to get dressed and get to work. Well, time to get dressed anyway. I could tell that it wasn't time to start pushing too soon. I mean you can't push something that won't move faster than it's gonna move. And right now, the only thing moving was the slow pace that got me back to the bedroom and sat me on the bed. As I lay down, I heard a voice say, "Relax, we got all day!" I couldn't hear anymore because someone was snoring in my ear. Funny but it sounded like gunfire.
I could hear the alarm buzzing in the background like some annoying insect. "Damn!", the shot rang out. I jumped to my feet, looking around, rubbing the morning fog from my eyes. I stumbled into the bathroom. The water filled the basin. I turned and dipped my hands into the tepid liquid. Splashing the water across my face and hair, I looked into the mirror. "Is anybody home?" Two shots parted my hair like a hot knife cutting through butter. The morning had officially begun.
I grabbed the towel behind me and ran a comb through my hair. The light of day was just beginning to break on the horizon. I walked down the hallway and turned on the kitchen light. Three bugs scattered across the counter. "You and me pal, you and me," I said. Bang...bang...bang - the voice was shooting off blanks. No conviction behind the words. But I knew how those bugs felt. I too had the desire to just turn around, run and grab a couple hours of sack time, and then see how the day looked. "Nah, that's way too easy!" Well, we both knew that was true.
The water gurgled through the coffee maker. The smell was strong, warm and inviting. I grabbed a cup and filled it with the dark liquid. Soft and quiet the rumble of gunfire could be heard in the background. I heard it, like some low level electricity in the air. I know it's there, and hey, they know I'm here. It was a mutual understanding of each other's existence.
Life, breathing, oxygen can't exist without carbon dioxide. One is virtually non-existent without the other. I guess that's how you could say this relationship works. I know that my thoughts have to become verbal. But, how much they're talked about, well, that's something else. It's like the type of combat tactics where you only give out as much information as necessary. Don't offer any more or less than is needed. It's a simple but effective method, to say the least.
With the last gulp of coffee, I put the cup in the sink and headed for the bedroom. It's time to get dressed and get to work. Well, time to get dressed anyway. I could tell that it wasn't time to start pushing too soon. I mean you can't push something that won't move faster than it's gonna move. And right now, the only thing moving was the slow pace that got me back to the bedroom and sat me on the bed. As I lay down, I heard a voice say, "Relax, we got all day!" I couldn't hear anymore because someone was snoring in my ear. Funny but it sounded like gunfire.
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