Small time was bad enough. The    
guilt would sometimes get so overwhelm-
ing, that I’d have to take a day off   
from work. I’d spend the rest of  that 
day back in that trailer trying to     
figure out what went wrong.            
     Thankfully, the video never played
during those times, but I knew it was  
only a matter of time before it hit me 
again, and this was gonna be it.       
     As soon as I knew we were going to
lose, the Darkness kicked in and start-
ed dripping that dark acid, and I only 
had a few minutes before that video    
would start-up again.                  
     To make matters even worse, I was 
getting way drunk and talking to the   
guy next to me.                        
     When I get drunk, my memory isn’t 
as good as it usually is, but I do     
* remember something about comparing the   
election results to killing a cat.     
     I also remember the very last     
thing I said, “Even this is hilarious.”
     “What’s so fucking funny about    
killing a cat? Huh? Cat killer?!” the  
guy yelled and dragged me out the back 
door into an alley, followed by five of
his buddies.                           
     “What the fuck’s so funny about   
that?!!”                               
     By then, it wouldn’t be a question
anymore, but a reason for six guys to  
beat me half to death. After that first
punch, the video started up, and that’s
all I remember.                        
     After knocking me unconscious, one
of them decided to drop a fifty-pound  
rock on my head, and that’ll be the end
of your freakin’ ass.                  



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