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Date: 970927
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I was inspired by some of the morons you have enshrined... I think I can prove this to be an original story if you are skeptical. otherwise I hope I win :) "Its all just garbage in a complementary handbasket if you do this Sharon so put that gun down...." Eric said as he entered through the doorway. "What do you know? You bought the whole thing! You said Sure Monty Ill take the Box and Door #2 and the whole fuckin deal. And you got it. What can you say to me? And you dont know how stupid they can be!" Sharon now had the look of the steer in the old meat houses right before they got clubbed. You knew it would come to this W.P. thought. As he looked around the kitchen of Sharons Caffeine Dream he wondered when she had figured it all out. Sharon had always talked about opening this place it was the most reoccurring of her pillow talk. She must have fleshed it out when she tried her hand at college Eric figured but where had the money come from? Last he had heard Sharon was headed to Canada running from twentyodd thousand in college loans. "The coffee shop looks great Sharon just like we always talked but I thought we had settled on Amsterdam for the location. What are you doing in Shreveport anyway?" Erics eyes started to take in the rest of the room. The place was just like every little dive they had ever been to plus some things Sharon must have picked up since. The far wall of the shop had a raised stage already wired for sound it looked like. Though the walls looked normal from the outside inside they were lined with what looked like wood from an old barn. The counter was made with the same stuff though the countertop gleamed darkly with fresh lacquer. Behind the counter though laid the evidence that this was indeed Sharons baby. Among the fiftypound bags of coffee beans and lovingly placed along the wall were the full fruits of Sharons lifelong love. From the unopened original vinyl of the Beatles White Album to an autographed photograph and pick from Junior Wells Sharons affair with music was painstakingly documented. Now here was a bundle of nerves that used to be Erics best friend waving a 38 with two fivegallon gas tanks at her feet. Sharon was going to destroy all this? The question must have shown in Erics eyes. "You havent dealt with this kind of idiot before Eric. Theyre still just looking for one thing and none of this matters... I never thought Id mind doing anything to broaden peoples minds but... " Shanons gaze fell on a beaded curtain through which Eric could barely make out a staircase to the rooms above. Ah shes still at it. All this was trivial at the moment however. Shanon continued to gesture absently with the gun like it was a toy. W.P. winced every time the gun came his way. Shanon was no killer but Eric had never seen her like this. "I figured that was why you called me." No response. This was not good. "Ever since those latenight Gin games you always knew you could sucker me out of some cash." "Youre right" Shanon started. Recognition! "You know you could beat me any day of the week if it wasnt for the music." The edge was slowly coming out of her voice but now Eric had no clue what she was talking about. "Music?..." Whatever it was he had to get Shanon to forget what she was there to do and to quit waving that gun around. "Now Shannon it was you who was the big blues freak..." "You still dont get it after all these years. Its a rotten shame Im telling you this... I could still be fleecing you." Shanon began to sound a little like a school teacher. "Yeah I was always playing a new blues record when we played you never could concentrate if there was a song you hadnt heard playing. Always had to do that singalong shit... Annoying as" "Eh Shanon? The gun?" As Shanon got into her lesson the 38 tracked back and forth more quickly across the room. "Oh right" her eyes paused over the glinting metal of the gun barrel as she seemed to recall what she had come to do. The panic flashed back in her eyes. But only for a moment. She proceeded to tuck the gun in the waist of her jeans at the small of her back. Where ever she had gone the Shanon that Eric knew was back at least for now. "I always wondered why you were so intent on broadening my musical horizons. You never did much just for the joy of learning." W.P. grabbed a chair and swung it around straddling the back and resting his arms on it. "Hey now. I sure as hell didnt go off to school for a degree... I am the spokesmodel for the joy of learning." The corner of Shanons mouth turned slightly. "I was a freshman for the best three years of my life..." As Shanon slumped into a stool at the counter fatigue seemed to bubble up in her like hotdog chunks in a bucket of puke: fatigue and something else.