Are you legitimate? Are your forthright? Have you conformed thy nameplace? The voice asked again. Leave me alone! Henry shouted to an empty room. But he knew they were there.
Are southbound? Are you southright? Are you southpaw? The voice asked yet again.
"Where are you?" He asked the mocking voice. He knew they were somewherer.
Perhaps they planted some sort of electronic device that they were speaking through. Some sort of microphone hidden somewhere in his house, or even worse his head!
When he drove his truck he constantly surveyed the sky for helicopters. He alsways checked his mirrors to see if they were following him.
Not only were they fucking with him. but they also ruined his family name made it nothing more than spit.
Yet he did not know how to get out of this dilemma.
His friends stopped coming around to shee him. His family, when he spoke to them on the phone acted like he was speaking greek. And would just wind up asking about the
weather.
His thoughts began drifting back to when he could hear Chuck and and his ex best friend telling him they were coming to get him and steal him away to Mexico and put him in a donkey show. He even heard his brother's voice saying, "donkey show boy! donkey show boy!" And when he knew they were coming to get him, he ran out into the cold winter night with just a leather jacket and pants on, no shirt, he had on docs but no socks. Taking off running as fast as he could thinking all the while of a song he had written many years before. Endless avenues of fear, so far away yet so near.
He ran several blocks and his boot flew off. Yet he paid it no mind. He thought (while he was running of course), they would recognize him with his jacket so he threw it off. He saw the local Mini Mart and thought sancuary! Refuge! So he burst through the door of the convienience store, out of breath (and very thirsty), asking for something to drink but the clerk just threw his hands in the air yelling, "Take whatever you want, take whatever you want!" "I just want a glass of water," Henry pleaded. The clerk just kept repeating. "Take what ever you want", so he grabbed spring water for the cooler and started chugging it. The clerk ran outside and got on the pay phone. Only seconds later half a dozen cops showed up, looking ready for action. He went outside, they drew their guns and commanded him to get on his knees! he tried telling them what was going on, next and ambulance showed up. All the while the cops kept asking him who he was with and who he was affiliated to.
They strapped him to a board and he thought "this is it, they're going to take me outside of town and kill me".
"Those sons of bitches can't pin anything on me so they are going to murder me!"
They loaded him into the ambulance. Said something he could not remember, but they called one of the EMTs Jack. "It's him" he thought "It's Jack the Knife, he is real!" Just as the voices had once promised. Will it be Him that does the butchering?