Saturday, March 26, 2011

2014: A little of Chapter VI: Fred: Rough Draft

Chapter VI: Fred

Fred is a good man, and all good men deserve a break in life.  The problem stems from the fact that this year is going by shitty.
The dark blue Geo Prism rumbles as he roughly switches gears.  Mr. Smith curses as he briefly catches a glimpse of a sign as he speeds down the Interstate 270.  He is supposed to meet his son in Rock ville but got lost in Gaithersburg.  To make matters worse he has been on the road for two days and has a headache. Fred is from Minnesota and doesn’t care for the East Coast or its people who look like monkeys in suits.  His son was supposed to work in the factory like him, but no, his Kyle believed he was too good for that.  Kyle had to be different and always liked wearing a tie.  It didn’t matter his family preferred to be simple.  While Kyle’s brothers and sisters were playing with dolls and footballs, you could find Kyle at the museum.  Fred didn’t understand how someone could prefer the History and Discovery Channel over ESPN.

Fred laughs at himself for thinking his son could have been normal, “What’s the point, it is what it is.”  He was frustrated that he missed the interstate sign and shrugs it off.  He wasn’t impressed with his son who dragged him out of his comfortable life a week ago.   If it was up to him he would be back in Minnesota and fishing at White Bear Lake.  Life was good when he was fishing and had a twelve pack of beer.

Instead he received a call a week ago from his son.  His son wasn’t like the rest of the family and had to start a career in the Big Apple. 

“Damn,” Fred slows down as he sees a new sign announcing Emory Grove.   He knows he just over shot his turn.  He corrects himself while muttering, “Not the Big Apple, it is some place much worse.”  

Fred believes there was one thing worse than city slickers and that is politicians.  Both his grandpa and dad believed politicians lie and as far as he was concerned they did.   Why would he question what his parents and grandparents said?  All you have to do is look on the news and you will see how politicians in Washington DC never keep their word.

One week ago, during his lunch break, he received a call from Kyle.  Kyle was in a lot of distress and didn’t know how to handle his new baby, Kyle Junior.  Kyle Juniors mother died during child birth two weeks before.  Kyle Junior was in the hospital and Kyle was living in denial that this wife died.  It was only natural to jump in his Geo Prism and trek across America to help his weird son.   His boss was not happy that he walked out without ending his shift.

He’s making good time as he gets back on the Interstate 270.  His stomach grumbles and he briefly ponders if he should eat something for breakfast.  

During a normal work week he would often eat breakfast at Burger King in North field Minnesota.  Fred works at Coca Cola and is a Floor Man.  He is a whiz with tools, specially a wrench.   The plant he works at is called Crown Cork and Seal and he loves his job.  He loves his job so much he decided to be loyal and swore off all Pepsi products.  His family thinks he is crazy in this regard but he looks at it differently.  Why would anyone buy a product from competition who is trying to put your employees out of business?  If everyone bought Pepsi then he would be out of a job.  During poker games boasts that his plant produces over two million aluminum cans every shift and back in 2003 he was voted machinist of the year.  Coco Cola even put his picture up in the break room where Union leaders play cribbage.  Maybe someday he would become a prominent union person who champions democratic principles but this year he was happy being a Floor Man.  Higher inspirations are meant for people like his son.

Kyle surprised everyone and went to college after high school.  He tried to talk Kyle into working at the factory or to join the military but Kyle always had to be different.  After college Kyle got a job with the Smithsonian in Washington DC and disappeared for a few years.  

Kyle did not call or visit on the holidays.  That was another problem with politicians and the people who work with them.  They become disconnected with their family and community.  Kyle acted like he was better than everyone else and was on a power trip.   Within a year he got a woman knocked up and married.  Of course his family was not invited because they were viewed as ignorant red necks.  Who did he think he was to tell his family they were not good enough? 

It wasn’t worth holding a grudge.  His son and grandson need his help and a good Christian always forgives and forgets.  It’s been two days of intense driving and his back hurt.  He wanted to sleep but Kyle asked one last thing of him last night.  His son didn’t care that he was tired and hungry, instead when he got into town his son had the tenacity to ask him to set up a stage down town before he agreed to let him have his grandson.   Fred was going to take his grandson back to Minnesota and give him a proper family.  Since when did work come before family?  Fred grips the steering wheel tighter as he ponders how to get his son to see his logic.  He doesn’t notice his foot press down on the pedal or his speed increase to 90 mph.  

Sirens shatter his thoughts as red lights instantly engulf his reality.  Fred’s head starts to pound harder as he comes to a complete stop.  Ironically he sees a sign; Burger King is a few exits ahead.  At least he will have a full stomach before seeing his son.  What else could possibly go wrong today?

Fred sighs in defeat as he notices two cops walking up to his car with a barking police dog.

Chapter VII: Larry and the K9

The day was going slow.  Larry Anderson sat in the passenger seat of the police cruiser and fantasized what it would be like to die a hero.  His partner’s voice meant nothing and the CB was turned low.  In his fantasy he sees himself as a six foot dark haired cop who was meant to take down bad guys.  Getting the damsel in distress would be nice but it wasn’t important. Just as long as she was hot and was easy.

In the real world Larry is 5’7 and is built like an ox.  He hasn’t found true love but someday the right girl will see him for the stud he is, or so he tells himself every morning as he shakes off the alcohol from the night before.  He frequently visits the gym but those girls act snotty and have boyfriends.  The females at the police force do not like him but he hasn’t figured out why.  His mom tells him to go to Church or maybe find a nurse but he would rather focus on his career.  He has too much pride to admit he is afraid of females.  He has a badge and gun which equates to authority.  10 years ago he was given the task to raise police dogs in California.

It was his job to train and work with K9’s to search for narcotics, explosives, and to teach them how to do regular patrols.  He flew out from California and lost count in how many dogs he trained since arriving in Maryland.  His office follows a similar pattern to organizations that started in California.  With the destruction of San Francisco and Los Angeles canine training shifted to the East Coast.  He was originally a native from California but with all the end of world issues his mom made him move to Maryland/Virginia.  She was lucky and found an old miser.  He didn’t like being here and wanted to go back out West.  Needless to say he ended up becoming a slight alcoholic and was always on edge. 

His partner’s voice rudely cuts his reverie, “Larry, is Pixel ready?”  

Pixel is the ridicules name of the current German Sheppard he is training.  Larry looks back at the dog in the back seat of the police cruiser and absently says yes as he swishes his cheap coffee in a cheaper coffee mug in his right hand.  His partner doesn’t know he mixes his coffee with Jack Daniels.  He does his best to keep the mug away from him.  There is not enough to smell alcohol on his breath but just enough to take the edge off. 

This current dog was a nightmare from the start.  It marked low on all its testing but the police force did not want to take a complete loss.  It wasn’t ready and he hated having to bring her out.  They are on Interstate 270.   It was just as good as place as any to look for bad guys.  Pixel needed real world experience.  She was called Pixel because her pupils are so small they look like computer pixels.  This however did not hamper her performance outside of maybe giving credit to her low test scores.  Perhaps she was the runt in the 

“Shit, we got one!”  His partner excitedly flicks on the lights and siren as a geo prism speeds past them.  The radar gun clocks the car going 92 mph.  

Larry beams and forgets his cup as he drops it on the floor, “Show time.”  Pixel instantly becomes alert as both police officers become excited.  She sees the officers instantly turn from being quiet and docile to sharp predators who are going in for the kill.  She can’t help but bark and think its play time.


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