Monday, February 21, 2005 by Billy
College Bullet
The balding manager of National Union Bank is sipping his third scotch when the door bell rings. He glides to the door in his velvet suit. Jazz suddenly encapsulates the living room. He smiles and opens the door into violence.
One twelve gauge shotgun. A twenty year old stranger. Whom is Daniel, dread locked son of Mona. She dies in the psychiatric ward of Mercy hospital two minutes after midnight. The bank manager dresses rapid. He struggles to grip his car keys.
It is a Lincoln navigator. They speed to the money zone. Daniel thin and intense. The gun is jammed in the manager's ribs.
“ Please don't kill me.”
“ Do you love ghetto people?”
“ Of course. I invest their money.”
“ So you love their money?”
The manager trembles.
Saks street glitters within. First Union epitomizes their decadent smugness. With sentinel reproach Saks street banks seem to shun all that is not associated with financial authority. Daniel clobbers the guard before he can beg. Blood splatters opulence. The manager whimpers. He heads straight to the vault. Daniel smiles.
“You are a television buff?”
The manager turns around. The vault is released. Daniel shoves him inside. He crashes into mountains of cash. He cries out in despair. Daniel kicks him hard in the stomach.
“I have come to collect on my investments.” “How much tell me?”
“One hundred and twenty thousand.”
The manager cries out again. Daniel jams the shotgun into his mouth shattering teeth.
One hundred and twenty thousand dollars in a duffel bag? The manager explodes. He lunges at Daniel who was born ready.
Half of his hand spurts angry blood. He howls to kill Daniel. But God has already tamed the lion to resist Dionysus. The vault slowly fills up with blood money. Daniel turns again to leave.
“Bring back my money you bastard!” “Too much money you dirty ghetto bastard!”
Daniel keeps on walking.
“Bring back my money! I want my money! So much damn money!”
“College is expensive my friend!” Daniels screams more to himself .
Billy Jno Hope
The balding manager of National Union Bank is sipping his third scotch when the door bell rings. He glides to the door in his velvet suit. Jazz suddenly encapsulates the living room. He smiles and opens the door into violence.
One twelve gauge shotgun. A twenty year old stranger. Whom is Daniel, dread locked son of Mona. She dies in the psychiatric ward of Mercy hospital two minutes after midnight. The bank manager dresses rapid. He struggles to grip his car keys.
It is a Lincoln navigator. They speed to the money zone. Daniel thin and intense. The gun is jammed in the manager's ribs.
“ Please don't kill me.”
“ Do you love ghetto people?”
“ Of course. I invest their money.”
“ So you love their money?”
The manager trembles.
Saks street glitters within. First Union epitomizes their decadent smugness. With sentinel reproach Saks street banks seem to shun all that is not associated with financial authority. Daniel clobbers the guard before he can beg. Blood splatters opulence. The manager whimpers. He heads straight to the vault. Daniel smiles.
“You are a television buff?”
The manager turns around. The vault is released. Daniel shoves him inside. He crashes into mountains of cash. He cries out in despair. Daniel kicks him hard in the stomach.
“I have come to collect on my investments.” “How much tell me?”
“One hundred and twenty thousand.”
The manager cries out again. Daniel jams the shotgun into his mouth shattering teeth.
One hundred and twenty thousand dollars in a duffel bag? The manager explodes. He lunges at Daniel who was born ready.
Half of his hand spurts angry blood. He howls to kill Daniel. But God has already tamed the lion to resist Dionysus. The vault slowly fills up with blood money. Daniel turns again to leave.
“Bring back my money you bastard!” “Too much money you dirty ghetto bastard!”
Daniel keeps on walking.
“Bring back my money! I want my money! So much damn money!”
“College is expensive my friend!” Daniels screams more to himself .
Billy Jno Hope
