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[Axanderdeath]

A father and son


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Jack Jagger was a short fat 60 year old. Grey and balding head of hair and a set of blue eyes he had. He was known as a mean old bastard, as these types, generally, are known. But in Jack’s big balding brain things were different. If only people could look beyond his rough exterior to his soul, which he thought was boundless with it deep and profound thoughts, of what? Jack didn’t know that.

He owned a bar, which did not help manners. ‘Jack’s’ was everything but a nice place to take you son on a wedding day and that why when jack jr. got married he (Jack sr.) rented out a large hall. It was up town and in a nice neighborhood.

Jagger sr. stood there in the doorway of the big hall with the smile he could muster, all of it. No one showed up. His son said they’d all be there by 9 o’clock pm and it was 12 o’clock by the time sr. called it quits and went home.

On the way passing by an old bum on his left hand side that he noticed. Grey old beard, a yellow smile. Looking up in to the sky. Jagger kept looking at the old vagabond bastard until the bum said:
-Jack? Jack was surprised, a bit because he did not know any bums. Or at least he thought he did not.
-How do you know me?
-The bar. Of course the bar. All kinds of old fucks went in to Jagger’s bar. Cheapest beer in town read the sign out front. Which was a lie but brought in customers. Jack dug in to his pockets and pulled out a bill and handed it to the man, but to his surprise the man refused:
-No no jack, jack no. The man said. Yellow flecks of something popped out of his mouth-where you headed? The bum asked.
-Home.
-Is the bar open?
-Yes.
-Why are you not there?
-Wedding.
-Who’s. Jack thought. Do I want to get friendly with this old bum? Business would certainly be as good if not better if his bar did not have bums all around pasted out in the corner yelling and pissing them selves. If the bums were not around maybe he could have had his sons wedding reception at his bar. A large pain hit Jacks heart. A large awesome pain that turned to rage and he tackled the old bum to the ground and started beating him. And beating him. The old bum head bouncing off the ground. Jack just kept going and going beating and even pulling out some elbow drops from the wrestling he watched on TV. After his raging spasm was over jack was worried. Oh shit this old bum could be dead, he thought. This is what worried him, naturally.





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Jack jr. was somewhere out in the country. After having after wedding sex he looked out to the lake from the porch. The night was cool, which was nice since the days got so hot. It was the hottest summer for a good while. A good while.

His new wife sally lay out on the bed. She had gotten a little drunk and was no good for any thing but lifting arms and dropping them. Or making her arms do dancing type movements, and that sort of thing. Jack jr. had a little time to him self. He guessed that was normal for honeymooners, in a bed and breakfast, out by a lake on a cool summer night. A good time to think.

Think about what he had gotten him self in to. A marriage. The word made him cringe, slit his eyes, and spit. Slap his hand on his thigh, yell goddamn, and keel over. Grab, cut and die. Was there any chance of any one else anything else but going along the course that this meant. There was a knock on the door. Jack answered.

The small cowering maid stood there her hair pulled back. Her eyes almost bursting out of her head:
-Sorry mister jagger, but it is your father on the phone. He says it is urgent.
-It always is. Jagger said and the maid’s face went to the ‘sad for you, but not really-suck it up’ face. –Where do I take it?
-Down the hall and to the right mister jagger. Jagger walked down the hall. Thinking the whole time that his father was probably drunk, and wanting to chew him out about not showing up. But why should he show up him, jack sr. Dad…

-Jack how was the wedding.
-Good dad. Look sorry I did not show up, but sally’s parents had rented a big club and… jack sr. Interrupted.
-Jack if any one asked I was with you okay?
-What?
-I was with you. Sr. said in his fatherly tone. Jr. Hated his irresponsible father’s fatherly tone.
-What happened dad? A bar fights get out of hand?
-Jack this is important this is not likes other times. A man could be dead.
-Really. Jack thought that his father had this coming, he knew it. -Sure dad no problem.

After that jack jr. hung up the phone, and did his best to forget the whole thing. Went water skiing with his new wife, and her folks. Went out on a rented boat. Fished for sharks and whale watched on the coast. Thought not one bit about his father. In the movies when colleague of people getting older-most notably in ‘good fellas’ when it’s the gangsters and their wives having a good hooray back in the days luxury- well, that is what this felt like to jack jr. It lasted a month or so. Then he was introduced to inspector wolfe.




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It was all over the news one morning. Man found beaten bloodily and savagely destroyed and left for dead. Everyone was disgusted and could not stop talking about it. Wanting to find out more about it to express their utter disbelief and to say ‘how could! Some one?’ The news made a couple full days of news out of it-solid. Then some president was killed and no one cared any more. But the police cared. And wolfe, one who cared, maybe the most, wanted to find the ‘bum killer’ as dubbed cnn. He stayed up all night in his shabby apartment watching American Psycho to try to get in to the killer’s head-mind. Not all the cops were as dim witted as wolfe though, and a rookie talked to a lady that live near by the crime scene that said she saw the whole thing. Wolf had an eyewitness. Took her out to lunch, made several advances on her and then got a description, and then used 11 or 12 lines from his hard nosed cop come-on line book from the big screen written by some balding guy with glasses that was as skinny as a post. The ladies always hated him and thought him a chauvinistic pig but never came back. That was the problem, the lines only half worked.

Wolfe sat at his desk with is gun strapped around his shoulder and around his waist. Every one else took their guns off. It was kind of an unspoken rule. Wolfe years ago was a real good cop. Tough and sharp. But as it goes with good cops the lure of sex and booze destroyed him. He hung around too many blond reporters gave too many interviews and finally became a shell of the man he once was. But this case was a special one for wolfe. The bum killed he had known. Put him in the drunk tank many times. Wolfe and that old bum were each other’s shrinks and had a bond that this ‘bum killer’ took away.

Wolfe sits smoking, brooding, and sad. Sadistic, stupid, but secure. Wolfe sits like a 13-year-old smoking a cigarette trying to look like the star in the film trying to play the role of the man. Wolfe is going to get his man. The evil son of a bitch.

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A knock comes on the door. Jack sr. comes up to the door in a ratty old pair of boxers, plaid. Opens the door so the chain caught the nose of wolfe:
-Hey wolfe how are things going? Wolfe and Jack sr. are old friends of course. -Hope your not here on business wolfe. Jack said smile on his face. If it was wolfe looking for the ‘bum killer’, jack thought, he was surely be in the clear.
-No no jack. I was wondering if I could borrow a pair of jeans?
-Why?
-I need to go plain clothed. Get with the people. This was laughable. Wolfe had been on TV so many times he could walk down the street in goalies gear and get recognized. But what was the harm jack thought.
-Sure. Jack through about three pairs of old ratty jeans on the floor. -Take your pick Wolfe. Wolfe did.

Later that day jack jr. was coming over and jack sr. wanted to clean up a bit. Make the impression, which sr. thought was true, that he had been cleaning up his life. He returned all his beer bottles and got about 70 bucks bought a ten dollar bottle of whiskey that cost 23.96$ vacuumed, combed his hair, and masturbated in to the mirror after he was all spiffed up. He loved him self all clean-shaven and combed up.

The plan was to tell jack jr. every thing. Make the apologies that he knew he should of made for years. The plan was planed because he could be going away for a long time, and did not want to lose his only living family member. He was going to tell jr every thing. Lay all his faults on the line and in this somehow come up with a way to guilt the boy in to giving his dad a solid alibi. Booze always helped jack sr. act. He was getting ready, anticipating.

And here was wolfe the big dumb oaf of a man standing there in his boxer trying on sr.’s jeans. Luckily for sr. Homosexuality was not an issue for him and his son, no scaring thing between sr. And jr. with that. Big naked wolfe, though, was repulsive and stupid. Generally like most people that are exposed to all of us by TV. Phony. Not that fun to be around:
-You mind wolfe? Jack said opening the door-I want to talk to my boy.
-Oh yes. Wolfe put on a pair of sr. pants and left the room head down, and up bobbing in the stupid world of small thoughts, and delusions of competence.

Father and son laughed at detective wolfe a moment. Jr looked stronger than the little weak kid that had left home so many years ago. Jr. Looked in his old room:
-Place has not changed much. He looked at his father. He was not so bad he thought. Just a sad sorry old man.
-No jack, I didn’t touch your room. I don’t want to forget. You know son I love you.
-That’s nothing new dad. You tell me every time you’re drunk. Jr. Looked around. He did not feel so bad for him any more-whats the trouble dad? Were you lying about someone maybe being dead? Jack sr. Looked paranoid down the hall to see if wolfe had gone. He was.
-Yes son. It is bad. It was right after waiting for you at the hall. You know where you did not show up. Jr. Looked at his father angrily. Like this was somehow his fault jr. thought. The old man fucked up. That was the bottom line.
-Look dad sorry but like I said sally’s… he was cut off by his father.
-I don’t care about that jack. What ever you wanted. It was your night. But it would have been nice to be invited to my own sons, my only son’s wedding.
-Dad. It was not your kind of scene. It was an intellectual thing you know. Oh wait you don’t that’s the point. Jr. laughed at his wit. Sr. did not seem as impressed. Sr. put his hand up. Said
-Enough. Just say I was there if the cops ask, okay?
-Sure dad. Jack said-can I go now. Jack said half way out the door. Angry-bye dad. We’ll get it touch, you know, when ever…











































Wolf

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Wolfe sat at the café sipping on a coffee’. The jazz music was playing, and Wolfe had his hair slicked back. He would have been nonchalant 50 years ago, maybe, at least until you talked to him.

He was talking to Patty Albright from the 6 o’clock news. She considered her self a hard-hitting journalist. And her producers considered her a dumb blond. And jack sr. Masturbated to her each installment of the news. Wolfe and Albright were old friends. Albright got her first big time jig with interviewing wolf, back when Wolfe only gave interviews once in a blue moon. This was about Wolfe and Albright’s 16th interview:
-Wolfe what do you know about the killer? Wolfe smiled.
-Well patty you know I can’t divulge that information this early in the investigation. This is where patty shined.
-Well inspector Wolfe perhaps one of the viewers has information on the killer’s where abouts? Wolfe looked about uneasy, and said he had to make a phone call.

Wolfe ran to the washroom and took out his cell, sat on the toilet and called the station:
-Caption I have a question.
-Yes Wolfe. The caption said putting Wolfe on speakerphone and calling the rest of the cops in to the office to hear the pathetic Wolfe’s questions.
-Well cap it is this interview…
-What Wolfe I told you not to do anymore of those. The caption said smiling at one of the younger officers that had just come in the office.
-Well it miss Albright.
-Have you tagged her yet?
-Well. Wolfe smiled thinking about miss Albrights breast bouncing the night before.-that is not what this is about caption. She is asking if I can give any description of the killer. She says that some of the viewers may know something.
-Go for it Wolfe. The caption said, and then hung up the phone, and said to the crowd of officers.-he really thinks this is a big case. The poor fuck. All the officers had a good laugh at Wolfe’s expense.

The interview aired that night and the description of mar. Jagger was out. The rest of the interview was really small talk. The interview at one point was small talk about the weather. News was slow that week and the whole thing aired.

Wolfe did not think that the interview would blow his cover. Criminals don’t watch the news. Not killers, thought Wolfe. All killers did was read books like catcher in the rye and the zodiac. Wolfe went from café’ to café’ looking for some one reading one of those books. He spoke to a lot of high school kids that acted quite defensive. It seemed to whole that this ‘bum killer’ might be a deeper conspiracy than he once had thought. Wolfe’s hunches were way off, all the time.

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A knock on Jagger’s door came at about 7:30. Jagger was in a good mood after watching the news, and finding out since he never had read catcher in the rye he was probably in the clear for the murder he had committed. It was wolfe:
-Come in Wolfe. Jagger sr. said. With a big smile, and open arms.-come in detective please. Wolfe walked in, with jack’s pants under his arm. Wolfe evidently had gone back to his suits.-what brings you by Wolfe? I just saw you on the news. This killer. A really nut eh wolfe?
-Yes. Wolfe said sternly.-I am returning these pants. Sorry about the egg. Damn high school kids. There was a lot of egg all over the ass of his pants, or should I say jack’s pants.
-What happened?
-Just work.
-Okay. Jack said with a chuckle of non-caring.
-Come have a beer jack. Wolfe said.
-Sure. Said jack. What could happen, jack thought, what could happen?

After a silent walk down to Jack’s bar. Wolfe and jack sat at the bar. Jack ordered two whiskies and Wolfe ordered a club soda, and a beer. Wolfe poured half the beer into the soda, something he had been doing all of his life. It was strange and jack had never seen any on else do it. He never tried it, it was stupid really, but that was Wolfe, stupid.
-Whets up Wolfe? Jack said. -You only go out for a drink when something is bothering you, what is it girls, that interviewer? Eh, how she in the sack? Now you might think a police officer would get angry at that, fuck, any one would police officer to pimp but not Wolfe.
-That is the problem jack.
-What?
-I think I am compromising my work for her, telling her too much.
-No any Wolfe, any way. A person at the end of the bar was reading catcher in the rye. Jack tapped Wolfe on the shoulder. -Wolfe looks at what that guys reading. Wolfe looked and smiled. Got up out of his chair. Raised one finger and snuck up behind the 20 something guy reading the book. Jack smiled.
-Has the book. Wolfe said staring the man.
-What? Oh good. I have read it before, it is good. The man turned and put his heads back in the book. Wolfe looked over at jack with a smile on his face that seemed to say, ‘I got you bub.’

Wolfe grabs the man by the neck. And starts to yell:
-Listen where you on the night of august 11th? The man started saying what the fuck are you doing man, what the fuck id wrong with you? The bartender (Tommy_) looked at jack.
-Jack what is your cop friend doing in this bar? We can’t have this in the bar.
-Let him be Tommy. He is working. He is a good cop. Wolfe starts shoving the man’s face in to the bar and yelling ‘where were you where were you?!?!’ Jack stands up and says:
-Call the cops. Tommy, call the cops. Tommy was already dialing when jack said this.

By the time the cops come everyone is clam. Wolfe is sitting with a perplexed face. Smoking a cigarette, and is not talking to anyone. He id dejected, reject, and selected for forced retirement. He goes in to broadcasting.









































Jack jr. and slight high

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Back in the day jack jr. sold drugs at school. High school. He was popular. His dad was great for those years. Being out all night, jack jr. was pretty well free to do what he wanted when he wanted as late as he wanted. Jack sr. speeches had little bearing on jacks Jr. Because when his father was drunk (all the time expect for 9 am and even sometimes then) so nothing he said really meant any thing, and rarely even made sense at all. Needless to say his punishment, when the were given, never stuck.

Teachers were worried, jr. behavior was getting worse and worse all the time and by the time he was in 11th grade he was not really attending classes. The only classes he attended were English and gym. He did well in both of these classes. The teachers all got together and it was decided that jack’s English teacher would attempt to speak with him. The gym teacher would of, but recently said something rude to a 11th grade chubby girl and his lecturing the boy would not get much done.

It was obvious that jack was acting out for attention. Mr. Delrecto was a good teacher. Was the only teacher that read his student work. Most of the English teachers would just give everyone a b and tell the good but keep on trying expect the bad kids, the bad kids work was read and given f’s and then those kids were kicked out. That is how things were done a slight high. But Mr. Delrecto read all the mediocre work and poems by sad little girls that had not bloomed, and the closet homo that usually wrote wonderful stuff. Students loved him. He had been accused, like all good teachers that are good to be a homosexual, for sleeping with his student, for being plain old mad, for using unorthodox methods, and his job was always in immanent peril. That is if you listened to rumors that are circulated between the student, and the teachers. All of this was true, except maybe the part about homosexuality, but nonetheless he was a good teacher and sat jack down after the first class that jack Jr. Actually attended.
-Jack. Mr. Jack jagger. Mr. delrecto said with a beaming smile.-jack your not going to fucking class. Mr. delrecto found that when he used curse words it made the students feel more at ease, it made him a real person, not the enemy.
-Well I don’t need any this shit. Jack then went on about algebra for an hour. Mr. Delrecto said that he hated math too but it was good exercise for a brain, and then lying he said,
-Sometime I go home and just do a couple of math equations for fun.
-No you don’t, that is complete bull.
-Ay, mist jagger but I am through school, and your going to be a fucking loser unless you shape up. You think that weed your selling is going to keep you going for your life.
-What you talking about weed? What is weed?
-Don’t play stupid jack.
-Well I don’t know what you r talking about weed, but it’s too late to start trying at school now the year is half over.
-How old are you jack?
-18. Jack said anticipating the slag.
-Oh your right that is way to old to start trying. What wrong with you. What your home life like?
-Good. Jack lied.
-Well your fathers getting a call from the school, maybe that will show you. I hate to do it jack but it has to be done. And it was.

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To jack jr. horror after the call from Mr. delrecto jack sr. shaped up and started acting like a normal, sober father. Jr.’s father was actually around and if Jr was grounded for something he could not go out. Jr. grades got better and better. Jr. Started to hate his father even more. Jack Jr. Could be mad at his father for being neglecting and now he could be mad at him for being too pushy. Jr. Had the angry kid’s two favorite and opposite hang ups.

He did well (jr.) in high school and got in to a good university. Took journalism classes. All this time not talking to his father much. Once he was in university he called him only, and only from time to time, not very often I mean. His last year of school jack jr’s dad got the bar and started back to his neglecting ways as before, but at that point jr. was already wanting to be a great writer, and was trying again, very hard, in school. He and mister deltrocto had a deal. Delrecto got the blow and jr. sold it. It paid for Jr. University.

Blow sales picked up in university. It was the 80’s and everyone wanted the shit. Jr. Even got high a bit on his own supply. But never had problems. One of his clients was a beautiful girl named sally (the future wife.) Sally came around all the time. By the time jack jr. dropped out of school to start importing coke he and sally were living together. That lasted a couple of years. Then delrecto past away.

Jr. Had gotten very close to delrecto. He and delrecto would sit and talk about books and writing, delrecto inspired jr. to write. After the death Jr. Rarely wrote. And in a desperate attempt to find happiness he asked sally to merry him. The diamond made her say yes. Yes yes yes!

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[mindbum]

i'll disagree.

good. a nice pulpy edgy feel. i like that. you turn a good joke and phrase here and there. i like this.

but, sloppy. you've got to love your sentences more. (someone said that to me once. but it's a good line.) not to mention the reader.

more consistency in the spelling and punctuation of the same word. like the names of characters. are 'wolf' and Wolfe the same character? not to say 'be conventional in your grammar.' but yes to say: be consistent.

also i might say make Jr. into Junior.

and maybe re-read sentences.

clewell always said: judicious pruning. he meant it. cut out the excess words to reveal the gritty seedy story you've presented. batten down the hatches. make fast those metaphors and bang! you'll have something better.

i know i'm a bitch for spelling. my gramma was a teacher. but hell, if you're smart enough to write what you presented us you can figure out how to work the spellcheck.

in the dialogue i would've liked to see a few more contractions. there were a couple of spots where the language felt stiff for lack of n't ...

i like this and i will read more.

peace.

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[Axanderdeath]

I am well aware of the spelling and gramatical mess.
And most of them I will change. I like to use the slashes though. I like how they look.

This story was unfinished and I should of edited a little more before puting it on the site. I should use the don'ts and can'ts alot more in dialog-no one talks like that any more, and I am not sure if they ever did.

Sorry for hurting any of your eyes.

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[Axanderdeath]

that apology about my eyes seems little insincere
smile when you sa that pardner


back to what I was saying about text based communities and sherry turkle

I would have used an emoticon

it was a good story and I was joking about my eyes sort of,

I won't hassle you with no more of my relplies unless you were joking

if you read my story I am happy. I amm happy that there are still places like this on the net. litkicks has gotten a little bad, I mean the fact that you have to write somthing that is not like what I wrote or it won't be "published" on the site. I don't know, It is a bitch-at litkicks.
And I think are gay.

and not in the sexual way-nothing is wrong with that.

more like in the sense that the teacher never gave me thesmilly face sticker on my work and I am bbitter

[Axanderdeath]

this is how self indulgent i am. man i forgot i wrote this fucking story. i am going to edit it up nice now! ha ha ha

thanks for keep all my crap 2004! it does not sound like that long of a time but it is--man i have been writing and broke like years now--but i can't stop