So, here I am walking through downtown midnight lights shuffling myself from side to side around other lost souls. Vulgar thoughts strewn within my facial features. “I’m getting as far away from this insidious place as one can without ever looking back” I said aloud in the company of curious nosy onlookers standing in front of a Chinese restaurant. “White boy is looking a little lost around here” said an overbearing Asian thug chuckling along with his fellow thug cronies. One thing a man never anticipates my old man once told me, is the element of surprise and plain crazy. I stopped dead on spot and twitched my head slightly to the side, as a gesture that says “I’m a little crazy can you repeat that” psyche mechanism.

The sound of cackling over rated gangsta thug chants burnt out as quickly as they started and silence with fear flooded their eyes. It’s not everyday a loner stands up to a bunch of miscreant dropouts armed with 9 mm Glocks strapped to their oversized colorful jeans. I turned my head like a dead and vengeful Michael Myers and stared at the biggest one. The leader. His arms dropped quick fast to his sides like we were in a western showdown. “I don’t like loudmouth disrespectful wannabe street mercenaries interrupting my downtime” I said with the emotionless conscience of an Adolf Hitler clone.

The little guy of any one gang was usually the un shy trash talker because he knew his crew would always back his every last word no matter how foolish they looked in the process of doing so. “You realize where you are, Red?”. As if offense should be taken to the fact that people address me by the color of my hair. Take a look at every redhead in the media in the last 20 years and you’ll see about 2% were even a little sane. I’m not one of them. I walked cool and calmly toward them with steady unwavering eyes fixed blankly on each and every one of the 4 awkwardly mismatched gang bangers. I gave them the element of crazy and now it’s perfect time for the element of surprise.

Using my right hand with a sly and sneaky clutch at my back pocket I took the grip of my .38 special snub nose. They never saw nor expected a lone soul with vengeance and hatred mixed with peaceful reminiscences of a loving Serial Killer/Hit man.