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L.A. Fisher - ListenChapter 17
I couldn’t open my mouth; couldn’t speak for myself. The whole story would have gone much differently had I been able to tell my side of it. As it was, Kendra spoke for me. She was my lips while I was perfectly formed ears. I just lied there hearing the story as it unfolded.
According to her, Marcus had leased the multi-million dollar car using a fake name and a fake ID. He got the money to do this through phishing scams, illegal pornography websites, and pushing drugs. During a moment of extreme frustration he broke into the house at the country club in search for money, drugs or whatever he could find. He destroyed everything he could get his hands on and when I heard he was there Kendra and her brother dropped me off at the house and I went in alone to talk him into calming down. At gunpoint he led me out of the house while Vissili called the police. Vissili and Kendra followed as fast as they could,
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The day finally arrived.
Kendra, Marcus, Vissili and I got there early in the morning and waited for the house to be empty before we parked the BMW across the street and I pulled the Veyron onto the driveway. Vissili went around back and broke into the house as if he was a character in a Tom Clancy novel. He let the rest of us in through the front door.
In all of our research we never did find out who lived in the house. He was just a face on his own wall, the pictures we collected and threw in the swimming pool. We took dishes and the home stereo system, throwing everything we could into the water. Vissili turned off the alarm system and then smashed out a window leading to one of the bedrooms. He ransacked the room, giving even more evidence that we broke into the house. Only the front hallway, the living room, and the kitchen looked untouched. Everything else was either turned over or destroyed.
The backyard, which ha
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“You’re a twisted finger searching for the corrupt entity it’s a part of!”
Vissili’s words held a new meaning. I was once again in the BMW, this time with my brother. When I told him about the big con he had just nodded in agreement. Something in this place had stripped him of his desires. He was Bebop. He was Rocksteady. He was silent and alone and lost. I wondered if his silence had to do with our old friends.
Talk to me, Marcus.
What’s going on?
“Are you going to actually talk when the time comes and we need you to?”
Marcus’s eyes were bloodshot orbs floating above two sagging bags of flesh. Lack of sleep wasn’t the main factor in his crazed appearance so much as it was lack of life. He looked drained of life. Gollum had looked healthier than my brother did. Younger. Stronger. My brother’s lips were chapped and his f
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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