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02.07.02
Ichabod-The Evil Redneck

~Rivers running down mountainsides. Starting from natural springs. Running endless paths. Cutting cities, turning wheels, carrying boats, powering life itself. Running to the ocean to take its place in the great blue basins. Water water everywhere. Powerful the sea, unstoppable in its beauty. Life itself, taking, giving.~

Robert O'dell stands outside a building with a bag over his head. He watches in disgust as another load of shit rains down on his car. He sighs in relief when the animal control truck drives up. The two officials step out and take at look at O'dells truck and promptly vomit. The car is covered in three inches of shit. The sound of pigeons overhead drowns out everything else. The senior guy leaves the rookie to clean up the car, and he climbs the fire escape. When he gets to the roof, he is greeted with the sight of nearly four hundred pigeons feasting on about two tons of birdfeed.

Oh my god...

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Oh man Robert hates shit. I bet he shit, when he saw the shit. HAHA.

Yeah. Good thing Steve owns a helicopter. I'd have hated to haul all that birdfeed up to the roof.

Lopez and Ichabod sit at Twisters having a few drinks. They laugh about the latest little scam.

No shit. So whats up in WoW. Still no match?

Nah dude, they have this monday card up. I won't hear anything till then.

You are a bad guy why don't you cheat or interfere or something.

In which match?

What about that no talent Selena bitch?

Who?

The two continue talking late into the night.

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Deidre's plane docks in Austin. She deplanes and walks through the terminal. She pulls a piece of paper out of her purse and examines it. She nods and goes down to rent a car.