As Tyler switches on one of the local Periwinkle Village channels, he finds a Portuguese channel doing a beer commercial.
"Festeja Com Heil Hitler! A Cerveja Das Nazis Brasileras..."
He switches to another channel.
"If you will elect me as your next Governor, I will see to it that all the Jews are killed! Also, I will see to it that all blacks are sent back to Africa..."
He switches the channel to ESPN's live coverage of the FIFA Champions League first round match between Baby Acorn of Japan and Shamrock Rovers of Ireland. It's a boring match being played in the Dubai soccer stadium with rain following in torrents.
"Kubota's tripped over the ball," the commentator yells. "He's split his head open!" Suddenly, the screen goes blank. After about 20 seconds, the picture shows a promo for "The Wedding Of Dan Cupid and Richard Clifford...Has Been Called Off."
Tyler switches off the TV and heads to bed. But he can't sleep, so he goes back down to the TV and turns the game back on. It's into stoppage time of the second half and there's still no score. He switches to another channel to find an old MGM cartoon called "Peace On Earth." But he catches just as the female squirrel sings "Sleep In Heavenly Peace" to her kids on Christmas Eve.
The title "Peace On Earth" appears with a sun rising in the heavens. He switches back to the game.
"And there's the whistle," the commentator says as the referee blows his whistle. "And the match is over. With Eiji Kubota hurt in this match, who knows what will happen to Baby Acorn now? It's 0-0 between them and Shamrock Rovers. Stay tuned for Sports Center, which follows immediately."
Tyler switches the channel to see an Asian woman dressed in a white blouse and a dark blue pleated skirt. Her hands are tied behind her back and rope encircles her torso.
"Hello, you naughty boys out there," she says. "Welcome to the Bondage Overnight, featuring the best in ladies all tied up and loving every minute of it. Tonight, our first feature is called..."
He switches the channel to find the cast of Wacky Races singing the "Aloha" song. He then turns the TV off again and goes back to bed.
Outside his house, someone yells "Sieg Heil!" He pulls out a gun and shoots at him, but he dodges the bullets and disappears into the night.
To be continued...
Monday, November 9, 2015
Sunday, June 14, 2015
PLUNGED INTO MOURNING!
The past 3 days have been a nervous wreck for the townspeople of Periwinkle Village. 69 high school students were killed on Friday night when a youth rode into the Rockland ballroom on Rte. 139 and started shooting at people before throwing a hand grenade into the roof. It caused an electrical fire which spread like hell in a matter of minutes. Over 150 others are injured. The Periwinkle Village school department has already cancelled graduation ceremonies, saying that the surviving grads will receive their diplomas by mail.
The first of several dozen funerals are taking place at several local churches, including St. John's Catholic Church on the beach and the First Baptist Church. Funeral services are being said at other churches around the South Shore. One of the churches in Plympton was unavailable for a service, since it had scheduled a same sex wedding with a lesbian couple doing a bondage ceremony. Outside the church, the pastor had hung a banner over the door saying "We Rejoice in Equal Marriage." Someone was so mad about it that he threw a rock with a couple of firecrackers attached to it. The door was knocked down and the banner went up in flames. Fortunately, no one was hurt.
Several burial services are scheduled on Tuesday with dozens of participants expected. Next Friday, a memorial service is planned in Periwinkle Village Town Square. There's a report that the Fourth of July celebrations will be cancelled, but nothing's come to pass.
Meanwhile, Tyler's wife is having trouble with the nurses in the nursing home. She is so devastated with 2 neurological conditions going through her body and ravaging it.
The first of several dozen funerals are taking place at several local churches, including St. John's Catholic Church on the beach and the First Baptist Church. Funeral services are being said at other churches around the South Shore. One of the churches in Plympton was unavailable for a service, since it had scheduled a same sex wedding with a lesbian couple doing a bondage ceremony. Outside the church, the pastor had hung a banner over the door saying "We Rejoice in Equal Marriage." Someone was so mad about it that he threw a rock with a couple of firecrackers attached to it. The door was knocked down and the banner went up in flames. Fortunately, no one was hurt.
Several burial services are scheduled on Tuesday with dozens of participants expected. Next Friday, a memorial service is planned in Periwinkle Village Town Square. There's a report that the Fourth of July celebrations will be cancelled, but nothing's come to pass.
Meanwhile, Tyler's wife is having trouble with the nurses in the nursing home. She is so devastated with 2 neurological conditions going through her body and ravaging it.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
CHRISTMAS EVE 1977!
On Christmas Eve 1977, WXNE-TV Channel 25 in Boston, Massachusetts(which was run by the CBN company in Virginia) was just signing off its broadcast day with a Christmas story and the national anthem. 15 seconds after the anthem ended, someone in a small house in Needham, near the Channel 25 transmitter turned on the lights in a private studio. He used a state of the art video system to break into the computer that ran its transmitter.
About 12:10 a.m., he pressed a button causing the system to light up. Seconds later, TV sets that were still tuned to Channel 25 saw this come on the screen.
"SERVING METROPOLITAN BOSTON! AND NEW ENGLAND! FROM NEEDHAM HEIGHTS! THIS IS WXNE-TV! BLUE 25!"
The opening had been stolen from a tape of WUNR-AM's Super 16 program, which ran most of the night weeknights.
As the tape continued, its theme music was heard.
"Your hit music's on us!"
And then a female voice said-
"Blue 25! Porn!"
He switched on his small video camera and started playing a weird jazz record. At last, his face came up on the screen.
"Good morning, everyone," he said. "Welcome to Blue 25 Porn. I'm your host Tyler Callahan. Instead of our usual erotic material-we're gonna forgo that this morning-we're gonna run some cartoons that celebrate the spirit of Christmas."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Is that Santa Claus I hear?" he asked.
The door was broken down and 3 Needham Police officers came into the studio and seized the host.
"Okay, asshole," one of the cops said. "Let's go! You're coming with us!"
The man argued with the cops, but they tore the studio apart and took him into the local police station. He spent most of Christmas Eve in jail, until he was bailed out by his wife the next morning.
That man was Tyler Callahan, who lived in Needham at the time before he moved to Periwinkle Village. However, the cops were unable to get an indictment on him. He got off scott free, but he didn't try anything like that again!
About 12:10 a.m., he pressed a button causing the system to light up. Seconds later, TV sets that were still tuned to Channel 25 saw this come on the screen.
"SERVING METROPOLITAN BOSTON! AND NEW ENGLAND! FROM NEEDHAM HEIGHTS! THIS IS WXNE-TV! BLUE 25!"
The opening had been stolen from a tape of WUNR-AM's Super 16 program, which ran most of the night weeknights.
As the tape continued, its theme music was heard.
"Your hit music's on us!"
And then a female voice said-
"Blue 25! Porn!"
He switched on his small video camera and started playing a weird jazz record. At last, his face came up on the screen.
"Good morning, everyone," he said. "Welcome to Blue 25 Porn. I'm your host Tyler Callahan. Instead of our usual erotic material-we're gonna forgo that this morning-we're gonna run some cartoons that celebrate the spirit of Christmas."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Is that Santa Claus I hear?" he asked.
The door was broken down and 3 Needham Police officers came into the studio and seized the host.
"Okay, asshole," one of the cops said. "Let's go! You're coming with us!"
The man argued with the cops, but they tore the studio apart and took him into the local police station. He spent most of Christmas Eve in jail, until he was bailed out by his wife the next morning.
That man was Tyler Callahan, who lived in Needham at the time before he moved to Periwinkle Village. However, the cops were unable to get an indictment on him. He got off scott free, but he didn't try anything like that again!
Friday, May 30, 2014
THE HOSPITAL!
As Sean and Clark enter the hospital, they come across a poster of Roger Ebert, taken for the February 2010 issue of "Esquire," in which he uses text-to-speech software and chicken scratch to communicate his thoughts about life and death. His jaw is missing and his face is sculptured like a plum. On the poster, they see a thought balloon over his head saying "I can't talk anymore." And then below his jaw, another thought balloon says "Cancer has robbed me of my voice."
And underneath the poster, written in bold black letters, is the tagline "Don't End Up Like Roger Ebert." And under it it says, "Call 1-800-QUIT-NOW or visit http://www.smokefree.gov today. Remember, you can quit." After they pass the poster, someone walks along and tears it off the wall before tearing it in pieces.
"Fucking Ebert!" the man says. "They're using that jerk to stop us smokers from enjoying what we love."
As he throws the poster into the trash, a janitor sitting nearby claps his hands and says, "Applause! Applause! Sieg Heil!" The man comes over and belts him in the jaw, sending him straight on his back.
"Sieg Heil My Ass, motherfucker!" he says. And he walks out of the building before anyone knows about the incident. As he disappears into the night, we hear him saying this:
"We don't care
if you choke!
We got rights,
and we're gonna smoke!"
"Thank God you're here, Mr. Harrigan," the doctor, a 50 year old balding man says. "Caitlin's ex-boyfriend rode in on his motorcycle and started shooting. Your daughter was hit in the face 3 times before he went on to shoot some of the others."
"How is she?" Sean asks.
"We did all we could, Mr. Harrigan," the doctor says sadly. "We lost her."
"Oh, my God!" Sean screams before breaking down and crying on the floor. Clark walks to a nearby chair and collapses, crying with his hands in his face. 3 or 4 other families are being told about the deaths of their children. More victims are coming in by the minute as the death and injury toll mounts.
Back at the Store, Prema has locked up and is walking down to her car when one of the cops comes over to see her.
"Prema, did you hear?"
"No. What?"
"Caitlin Harrigan was killed by her ex-boyfriend at the prom this evening."
"You're kidding!"
"I'm not. Some bastard came in and shot her and several others before taking off. Some of his bullets caused the equipment to overheat and catch fire. One of my men shot him as he was going down the street. He got hit and crashed into the Pemex USA station just off Rte. 53. The place's been totalled."
"Oh, my God." Prema bows her head in sadness at the news. "What about the rest of the gang?"
"Nearly 50 are dead, 110 are injured. The fire exits were chained by the management, so they had to jump out windows to save themselves."
"What's happening to this town?"
"I don't know, Prema. I just don't know."
By the time the morning papers come out, the death toll stands at 57, most of them high school students on the verge of graduation. More than 110 more are injured, some of them with life threatening injuries. As plans are made for the mass funerals, people across New England are asking what happened, how it happened, and why it happened.
Tyler, who's on his way to visit his wife in the nursing home, meets Marvin.
"Did you hear?" Marvin asks.
"No, what?" Tyler asks.
"Sean Harrigan's daughter's dead," Marvin says. "She died at the prom last night."
"My God," Tyler replies. "How'd it happen?"
"Her ex-boyfriend burst into the prom on his cycle, shot at her and most of the other students before setting the place on fire."
Suddenly, the man who tore the poster at the hospital passes them by. Marvin looks look suspiciously at him.
"What are you looking at me for?" he tells the two men. "I didn't do anything. I wasn't even near the high school last night." And he walks away.
"We didn't say you did, buddy," Tyler says sarcastically. "We were talking about someone else."
"Good."
To be continued...
And underneath the poster, written in bold black letters, is the tagline "Don't End Up Like Roger Ebert." And under it it says, "Call 1-800-QUIT-NOW or visit http://www.smokefree.gov today. Remember, you can quit." After they pass the poster, someone walks along and tears it off the wall before tearing it in pieces.
"Fucking Ebert!" the man says. "They're using that jerk to stop us smokers from enjoying what we love."
As he throws the poster into the trash, a janitor sitting nearby claps his hands and says, "Applause! Applause! Sieg Heil!" The man comes over and belts him in the jaw, sending him straight on his back.
"Sieg Heil My Ass, motherfucker!" he says. And he walks out of the building before anyone knows about the incident. As he disappears into the night, we hear him saying this:
"We don't care
if you choke!
We got rights,
and we're gonna smoke!"
"Thank God you're here, Mr. Harrigan," the doctor, a 50 year old balding man says. "Caitlin's ex-boyfriend rode in on his motorcycle and started shooting. Your daughter was hit in the face 3 times before he went on to shoot some of the others."
"How is she?" Sean asks.
"We did all we could, Mr. Harrigan," the doctor says sadly. "We lost her."
"Oh, my God!" Sean screams before breaking down and crying on the floor. Clark walks to a nearby chair and collapses, crying with his hands in his face. 3 or 4 other families are being told about the deaths of their children. More victims are coming in by the minute as the death and injury toll mounts.
Back at the Store, Prema has locked up and is walking down to her car when one of the cops comes over to see her.
"Prema, did you hear?"
"No. What?"
"Caitlin Harrigan was killed by her ex-boyfriend at the prom this evening."
"You're kidding!"
"I'm not. Some bastard came in and shot her and several others before taking off. Some of his bullets caused the equipment to overheat and catch fire. One of my men shot him as he was going down the street. He got hit and crashed into the Pemex USA station just off Rte. 53. The place's been totalled."
"Oh, my God." Prema bows her head in sadness at the news. "What about the rest of the gang?"
"Nearly 50 are dead, 110 are injured. The fire exits were chained by the management, so they had to jump out windows to save themselves."
"What's happening to this town?"
"I don't know, Prema. I just don't know."
By the time the morning papers come out, the death toll stands at 57, most of them high school students on the verge of graduation. More than 110 more are injured, some of them with life threatening injuries. As plans are made for the mass funerals, people across New England are asking what happened, how it happened, and why it happened.
Tyler, who's on his way to visit his wife in the nursing home, meets Marvin.
"Did you hear?" Marvin asks.
"No, what?" Tyler asks.
"Sean Harrigan's daughter's dead," Marvin says. "She died at the prom last night."
"My God," Tyler replies. "How'd it happen?"
"Her ex-boyfriend burst into the prom on his cycle, shot at her and most of the other students before setting the place on fire."
Suddenly, the man who tore the poster at the hospital passes them by. Marvin looks look suspiciously at him.
"What are you looking at me for?" he tells the two men. "I didn't do anything. I wasn't even near the high school last night." And he walks away.
"We didn't say you did, buddy," Tyler says sarcastically. "We were talking about someone else."
"Good."
To be continued...
Monday, May 26, 2014
LATER THAT EVENING.....
Tyler's been released from the hospital, but he's under doctor's orders to law low for the rest of the weekend. Later that evening, he's watching news of the tragic fire at the high school when he decides to change the channel to one that's carrying a movie. As the movie begins, a male choir sings:
"Fuck Hitler!
Proudly Presents A Film
By The Nutzi Party
In The U.S. And Canada!
Pro-duc-ed By Jaing Zemin!
Cre-at-ed By Raul Castro!
Dir-ect-ed By Hugo Sanchez!"
"What?" Tyler yells. "A Nazi song sung to the 20th. Century Fox Fanfare?" And he sees the listing in the TV section saying, "Hark! The White Faced Angels Sing." It goes on to say, "The First Nazi Movie Ever Filmed In America And Given An NC-17 Rating!" The movie's about a group of unemployed Nazis running a plantation in modern day Georgia, where poor blacks are being used for experiments. Tyler switches the channel back to the news.
"Well," the weather man says, "we can expect another depressing weekend of rain and cool weather with temperatures hovering near the 60s. Some thunderstorms are expected later Saturday and Sunday as a hurricane is expected to hit Cape Cod on Sunday morning. Hurricane Alex, the first named storm of the season is expected to hit the Cape this weekend, and that's why we've posted hurricane watches from Eastport, Maine to Plymouth, Massachusetts. And a hurricane warning is posted from Plymouth, all through the Cape, clear down to Block Island, Rhode Island."
"You gotta be shitting me!" Tyler says. "We're gonna get hit with a hurricane this early in the summer."
At that moment, Marvin Ellis appears at the door. "Hey, Tyler," he asks him.
"What is it, Marvin?" Tyler replies.
"There was a fire over at the Rockland earlier tonight," Marvin says.
"I just watched it over on the news, Marv," Tyler says. "What's the situation there?"
"Really bad," Marvin replies. "About 45 kids are dead and a hundred more are injured. And it's all because the big boss chained the fire exits. Everyone had to break the windows and go out!"
"Well," Tyler replies. "I've had a couple of bad days with my wife being taken to an assisted living facility and now those poor kids are probably meeting their maker. I hope they died in the state of grace."
"I hope so, too," Marvin agrees.
Meanwhile, news of the fire has reached the national airwaves. The networks cancel all late night shows to report on the fire and the tremendous loss of life. The death toll rises from 45 to 62, many of them high school students. When the firefighters are asked how high the toll might go, they banish the reporters from the scene. A live picture appearing on TVs across America show the burnt out remains of the Rockland Ballroom and the numbers of injured partygoers outside the complex licking their wounds.
At the Periwinkle Village General Store, Sean Harrigan is closing the place down for the night when someone rushes in.
"Sean," the boy, an 18 year old lad, says.
"Is that you, Clark?" Sean says. "I thought you were at the prom..."
"It's Caitlin," Clark says.
"What...?" Then Sean realizes that his daughter Caitlin was going to the prom with him.
"She's in trouble," Clark says. "Big trouble."
"What are you talking about?" Sean asks.
"There's no time for explanations," Clark says. "You've got to come with me to the hospital. Right now."
"Okay," Sean says. Then he turns to Prema, a young Indian woman living in Duxbury, who's been helping run the store tonight, "Prema, I've got to go. Something's wrong with Caitlin and I've got to find out about it. Please lock up the store for me."
"Okay, Sean," Prema says. She watches as Clark and Sean take off in his new Cadillac. As the car speeds down the road, Prema prays that the girl will be all right. Meanwhile, someone is coming into buy some cigarettes.
"What'll you have?" Prema asks.
"I'll have a box of Virginia Slims," the guy says.
"That's for ladies like me," Prema responds.
"Hell with you, then," the guy snarls. He walks out without anything. Meanwhile, Prema is swearing in Hindi. Your guess at what she's saying is as good as mine.
To be continued...
"Fuck Hitler!
Proudly Presents A Film
By The Nutzi Party
In The U.S. And Canada!
Pro-duc-ed By Jaing Zemin!
Cre-at-ed By Raul Castro!
Dir-ect-ed By Hugo Sanchez!"
"What?" Tyler yells. "A Nazi song sung to the 20th. Century Fox Fanfare?" And he sees the listing in the TV section saying, "Hark! The White Faced Angels Sing." It goes on to say, "The First Nazi Movie Ever Filmed In America And Given An NC-17 Rating!" The movie's about a group of unemployed Nazis running a plantation in modern day Georgia, where poor blacks are being used for experiments. Tyler switches the channel back to the news.
"Well," the weather man says, "we can expect another depressing weekend of rain and cool weather with temperatures hovering near the 60s. Some thunderstorms are expected later Saturday and Sunday as a hurricane is expected to hit Cape Cod on Sunday morning. Hurricane Alex, the first named storm of the season is expected to hit the Cape this weekend, and that's why we've posted hurricane watches from Eastport, Maine to Plymouth, Massachusetts. And a hurricane warning is posted from Plymouth, all through the Cape, clear down to Block Island, Rhode Island."
"You gotta be shitting me!" Tyler says. "We're gonna get hit with a hurricane this early in the summer."
At that moment, Marvin Ellis appears at the door. "Hey, Tyler," he asks him.
"What is it, Marvin?" Tyler replies.
"There was a fire over at the Rockland earlier tonight," Marvin says.
"I just watched it over on the news, Marv," Tyler says. "What's the situation there?"
"Really bad," Marvin replies. "About 45 kids are dead and a hundred more are injured. And it's all because the big boss chained the fire exits. Everyone had to break the windows and go out!"
"Well," Tyler replies. "I've had a couple of bad days with my wife being taken to an assisted living facility and now those poor kids are probably meeting their maker. I hope they died in the state of grace."
"I hope so, too," Marvin agrees.
Meanwhile, news of the fire has reached the national airwaves. The networks cancel all late night shows to report on the fire and the tremendous loss of life. The death toll rises from 45 to 62, many of them high school students. When the firefighters are asked how high the toll might go, they banish the reporters from the scene. A live picture appearing on TVs across America show the burnt out remains of the Rockland Ballroom and the numbers of injured partygoers outside the complex licking their wounds.
At the Periwinkle Village General Store, Sean Harrigan is closing the place down for the night when someone rushes in.
"Sean," the boy, an 18 year old lad, says.
"Is that you, Clark?" Sean says. "I thought you were at the prom..."
"It's Caitlin," Clark says.
"What...?" Then Sean realizes that his daughter Caitlin was going to the prom with him.
"She's in trouble," Clark says. "Big trouble."
"What are you talking about?" Sean asks.
"There's no time for explanations," Clark says. "You've got to come with me to the hospital. Right now."
"Okay," Sean says. Then he turns to Prema, a young Indian woman living in Duxbury, who's been helping run the store tonight, "Prema, I've got to go. Something's wrong with Caitlin and I've got to find out about it. Please lock up the store for me."
"Okay, Sean," Prema says. She watches as Clark and Sean take off in his new Cadillac. As the car speeds down the road, Prema prays that the girl will be all right. Meanwhile, someone is coming into buy some cigarettes.
"What'll you have?" Prema asks.
"I'll have a box of Virginia Slims," the guy says.
"That's for ladies like me," Prema responds.
"Hell with you, then," the guy snarls. He walks out without anything. Meanwhile, Prema is swearing in Hindi. Your guess at what she's saying is as good as mine.
To be continued...
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
BUT THERE'S MORE TO THAT!
But you know what? Periwinkle Beach's situation is about to go from worse to even worse. That evening, Periwinkle High School is holding its annual prom in the Rockland Ballroom just off Rte. 139(it passes through the small community after you leave Marshfield and before you enter Duxbury). Over 300 couples and guests are enjoying fine French cuisine, open soda bar and a return from Captain Fantastic and his Brown Dirt Cowboys. The country rock orchestra had a very horrible premiere when they performed at a Homecoming Dance here in 1977 and were told never to grace Periwinkle Village again.
Since then, they've had more than 10 #1 records and nearly 30 singles. Most of the crowd is ready for their performance tonight, which features selections from their new album "This Is Not What You Think." As the dancing begins, someone bursts into the ballroom on his Harley Davidson bike and starts shooting at everyone. Over a dozen kids get hit with bullets and several more are injured. As he rides around the ballroom, someone takes a pot shot at him, but he stays on the bike and shoots him in the head.
As he collapses on the floor, the rider throws several smoke bombs into the crowd. One of them hits the electrical set-up and causes a fire to develop. As he rides out back onto the street, a pair of cops shoot him and cause him to crash into a nearby gas station-which explodes into flames almost immediately.
Meanwhile, a panic has developed inside the ballrooom. Everyone tries to flee, but the fire exits have been chained shut. That starts a panic as they break open windows and escape into the dark of the night. By the time the fire trucks from Beltsville, Marshfield, Periwinkle Village, Duxbury and Kingston arrive on the scene, the entire building is in flames.
Marvin Ellis, who's on his late evening walk, looks at the horror enveloping the building and runs into the dangerous edifice to help kids to get away to safety. It takes nearly 5 hours to put the fire out. By the time it's all over, 46 students are dead and more than 100 have been injured. As one of the first responders helps a couple who've been critically injured, he asks him, "Why the devil did they chain the fire exits?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, man," he replies.
Marvin walks away and says, "As if I didn't have enough to worry about. Now this is gonna take the cake!"
Since then, they've had more than 10 #1 records and nearly 30 singles. Most of the crowd is ready for their performance tonight, which features selections from their new album "This Is Not What You Think." As the dancing begins, someone bursts into the ballroom on his Harley Davidson bike and starts shooting at everyone. Over a dozen kids get hit with bullets and several more are injured. As he rides around the ballroom, someone takes a pot shot at him, but he stays on the bike and shoots him in the head.
As he collapses on the floor, the rider throws several smoke bombs into the crowd. One of them hits the electrical set-up and causes a fire to develop. As he rides out back onto the street, a pair of cops shoot him and cause him to crash into a nearby gas station-which explodes into flames almost immediately.
Meanwhile, a panic has developed inside the ballrooom. Everyone tries to flee, but the fire exits have been chained shut. That starts a panic as they break open windows and escape into the dark of the night. By the time the fire trucks from Beltsville, Marshfield, Periwinkle Village, Duxbury and Kingston arrive on the scene, the entire building is in flames.
Marvin Ellis, who's on his late evening walk, looks at the horror enveloping the building and runs into the dangerous edifice to help kids to get away to safety. It takes nearly 5 hours to put the fire out. By the time it's all over, 46 students are dead and more than 100 have been injured. As one of the first responders helps a couple who've been critically injured, he asks him, "Why the devil did they chain the fire exits?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, man," he replies.
Marvin walks away and says, "As if I didn't have enough to worry about. Now this is gonna take the cake!"
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
ANOTHER DAY OF DEPRESSION!
Meanwhile on the other side of the beach, there's a General Store advertising "PRICE BREAK! CIGARETTES! PORNOGRAPHIC MAGAZINES TORN IN SHREDS!" And someone is being thrown out of the store.
"Don't let me catch you in here again! You're barred!"
As he walks out, he pulls a gun and shoots the storeowner. Meanwhile, a cop who was in the store yells, "Freeze! Freeze!" The guy who was thrown out shoots at the cop, but he dodges a bullet and fires several shots into the kid. He's pronounced dead at the scene.
Later, in an interview on the local cable access TV channel, the cop explains that the kid was playing with his private parts while looking at a pornographic magazine.
"I've already gotten beef from the kid's parents," the cop admits, "but what else can you do? You do something inappropriate and you get thrown out. You shoot at the guy who owns the joint and you get killed. It's as simple as that; you do what you gotta do."
The next morning, the headlines read that the storeowner was a Mafia boss using the store as a front for illegal gambling and drug selling activities. Well, it serves the owner right for trying to use his store to commit crime.
But it also serves the kid right. He should never have done something like that in the first place. And now, the parents have to bury the kid.
Another depressing day, eh? Especially as Tyler sits down in his house and writes his memoirs about working and getting fired.
"I don't know where to begin," he begins writing on his Macbook, "but I've never had a liking to the summer people who crowd into Periwinkle Village and make every weekend a Bacchanalia from Hell. And I'm really suffering personally, since my wife Veronica, the Queen of my heart, has been taken away to an assisted living facility. She's the only one who's ever loved me and understood me; my father died kicking and screaming in the jail house after he killed Mom in a fit of rage one night."
Meanwhile, at a house on John Alden Lane...
"Are you going to rape me, Miss Yumiko?" a young lady asks in a quivering voice as her hands are being tied behind her back.
"No, I'm not," her boss, a more mature lady, reassures her. They're both dressed in matching skirt suits with different blouses on-the mature lady's wearing a white blouse while her captive is wearing a red one. "I just want to play an escape artist game with you."
Yumiko Chiba is playing a tie-up game with her secretary Mary Ann Fagundes. In addition to being the office manager for the Periwinkle Village public works department, she's also a magician who entertains corporate and private functions through the year. She's trying to train Mary Ann in the basics of escapology. Mary Ann winces as her elbows are fastened behind her back before she's brought to a nearby chair.
"I want to see if you can escape out of a chair within an hour or two," Yumiko says. "If you do, I'll buy you a new outfit for the show we're doing next week." She sits her down and fastens her knees and ankles together before tying her torso to the chair.
"Okay," she says. "Now start figuring out an escape."
"You got it," Mary Ann says as she begins squirming.
"Oh," Yumiko says. "One more thing." She pulls out a white kerchief and stuffs it into her mouth before tying it behind her heck. "Now, let's see you get outta that."
"Don't worry," Mary Ann says in a muffled voice. "I will." And with that, she resumes her struggle. As she squirms, she hikes her skirt up her legs, but Yumiko pulls it down.
"We don't want to give anybody the wrong idea," she reminds her. Mary Ann nods and squirms away.
To be continued...
"Don't let me catch you in here again! You're barred!"
As he walks out, he pulls a gun and shoots the storeowner. Meanwhile, a cop who was in the store yells, "Freeze! Freeze!" The guy who was thrown out shoots at the cop, but he dodges a bullet and fires several shots into the kid. He's pronounced dead at the scene.
Later, in an interview on the local cable access TV channel, the cop explains that the kid was playing with his private parts while looking at a pornographic magazine.
"I've already gotten beef from the kid's parents," the cop admits, "but what else can you do? You do something inappropriate and you get thrown out. You shoot at the guy who owns the joint and you get killed. It's as simple as that; you do what you gotta do."
The next morning, the headlines read that the storeowner was a Mafia boss using the store as a front for illegal gambling and drug selling activities. Well, it serves the owner right for trying to use his store to commit crime.
But it also serves the kid right. He should never have done something like that in the first place. And now, the parents have to bury the kid.
Another depressing day, eh? Especially as Tyler sits down in his house and writes his memoirs about working and getting fired.
"I don't know where to begin," he begins writing on his Macbook, "but I've never had a liking to the summer people who crowd into Periwinkle Village and make every weekend a Bacchanalia from Hell. And I'm really suffering personally, since my wife Veronica, the Queen of my heart, has been taken away to an assisted living facility. She's the only one who's ever loved me and understood me; my father died kicking and screaming in the jail house after he killed Mom in a fit of rage one night."
Meanwhile, at a house on John Alden Lane...
"Are you going to rape me, Miss Yumiko?" a young lady asks in a quivering voice as her hands are being tied behind her back.
"No, I'm not," her boss, a more mature lady, reassures her. They're both dressed in matching skirt suits with different blouses on-the mature lady's wearing a white blouse while her captive is wearing a red one. "I just want to play an escape artist game with you."
Yumiko Chiba is playing a tie-up game with her secretary Mary Ann Fagundes. In addition to being the office manager for the Periwinkle Village public works department, she's also a magician who entertains corporate and private functions through the year. She's trying to train Mary Ann in the basics of escapology. Mary Ann winces as her elbows are fastened behind her back before she's brought to a nearby chair.
"I want to see if you can escape out of a chair within an hour or two," Yumiko says. "If you do, I'll buy you a new outfit for the show we're doing next week." She sits her down and fastens her knees and ankles together before tying her torso to the chair.
"Okay," she says. "Now start figuring out an escape."
"You got it," Mary Ann says as she begins squirming.
"Oh," Yumiko says. "One more thing." She pulls out a white kerchief and stuffs it into her mouth before tying it behind her heck. "Now, let's see you get outta that."
"Don't worry," Mary Ann says in a muffled voice. "I will." And with that, she resumes her struggle. As she squirms, she hikes her skirt up her legs, but Yumiko pulls it down.
"We don't want to give anybody the wrong idea," she reminds her. Mary Ann nods and squirms away.
To be continued...
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