many police officers believe the use of force necessary, we are being told there was no authorization to use live ammunition on the man, who has since passed.”
“Now those duffle bags have been detonated by the New York bomb squad sending hundreds of monopoly notes into the air. Police are on high alert after finding multiple undetonated IEDs in a New York subway, near Oakland’s largest police department, and at the Washington monument. Closing the whole national mall and restricting access to all government buildings in Washington DC to only members of the media and government workers.”
“This all comes at a time when Chicago’s downtown remains on intense high alert after the car bomb that was detonated late last night, injuring three including a national guardsmen and one officer. Police have been looking into a possible concerted and organized effort in these explosives almost all of a sudden appearing at once.”
“Bill, Bill I’m sorry to interrupt,” the screen cuts to a reporter I’ve never seen before. “In regards to the man shot earlier this morning, after investigation of the possible explosives hidden in the bear, it has turn out to be nothing more than a bear that requires batteries to sing and dance. Early reports of the man taking part in the demonstration, as well as having a direct roll in the placing of duffle bags on the front steps of Wall Street have been determined as incorrect. The police report claiming him as an occupy demonstrator and possible public safety threat have been retracted by the officials whom made the claims earlier today. I have with me, Debra the wife of the man shot earlier today.”
He walks over to a very skinny woman with dark brown hair in maybe her mid to early thirties
“Thank you for joining us today and I would just like to extend my condolences to you and your family as you get through this hard time.”
“Thank you,” she meekly replies.
“Now you have told us that your husband was not taking place in the riots today, is that correct?”
“No, he wasn’ t. Today was our third year anniversary and I’m not sure but he must have bought the bear for me.”
“”Do, you know why he was at the”…
The television goes blank with a “We are currently suffering technical difficulties, we’ll be right back.”
CHAPTER…
Walking into Mike’s trailer it feels like I’ve entered an underground version of a children’s book. The air thick with cigarette and pot smoke, weirdly colorful sentimental decorations covering the walls. The kind that are oddly undefined like WAY TO GO , YOU DID IT, or WE’RE SO PROUD!!! Wait no it’s m ore of a garage punk children’s book, O the places you’ll DIE, DIE, DIE, I think in my head as I stare at a blown up picture of Mike when what looks to be his fifth birthday. Grinning ear to ear holding a pop up action doll. Jesus, I actually remember when he got that. I was so jealous; I tried to take it home with me one day. Got it all the way to the car, but like always dad found me out and took it back in. I look around the living room, but its’ empty, except for shallow voices trailing from down the hall. I walk towards the back of the trailer to the deck.
“Hey, hey there he is!” Jody exclaims quickly followed by her smokers laugh. You know the sound, like aaaahahahaha, but with a twinge of emphysema on each emphasis. She motions me over to her, Grace and Mike leaning on each other at her side. The length of my stay here shortening with each little giggle that escapes Graces lips. Mike looks to me already in his army outfit.
“How you feeling buddy?” He smirks to me.
“Like I’ve been hit by a bus.”
“Ya man can’t believe you even make it home last night.”
“God I know, I don’t even remember walking home.”
“Jesus Will!” Jody scolds me.
“Hey, it’s Elle I could pass out almost anywhere in this town and wake up not murdered.” I smirk to her.
“Ya but you’ll get your
“Now those duffle bags have been detonated by the New York bomb squad sending hundreds of monopoly notes into the air. Police are on high alert after finding multiple undetonated IEDs in a New York subway, near Oakland’s largest police department, and at the Washington monument. Closing the whole national mall and restricting access to all government buildings in Washington DC to only members of the media and government workers.”
“This all comes at a time when Chicago’s downtown remains on intense high alert after the car bomb that was detonated late last night, injuring three including a national guardsmen and one officer. Police have been looking into a possible concerted and organized effort in these explosives almost all of a sudden appearing at once.”
“Bill, Bill I’m sorry to interrupt,” the screen cuts to a reporter I’ve never seen before. “In regards to the man shot earlier this morning, after investigation of the possible explosives hidden in the bear, it has turn out to be nothing more than a bear that requires batteries to sing and dance. Early reports of the man taking part in the demonstration, as well as having a direct roll in the placing of duffle bags on the front steps of Wall Street have been determined as incorrect. The police report claiming him as an occupy demonstrator and possible public safety threat have been retracted by the officials whom made the claims earlier today. I have with me, Debra the wife of the man shot earlier today.”
He walks over to a very skinny woman with dark brown hair in maybe her mid to early thirties
“Thank you for joining us today and I would just like to extend my condolences to you and your family as you get through this hard time.”
“Thank you,” she meekly replies.
“Now you have told us that your husband was not taking place in the riots today, is that correct?”
“No, he wasn’ t. Today was our third year anniversary and I’m not sure but he must have bought the bear for me.”
“”Do, you know why he was at the”…
The television goes blank with a “We are currently suffering technical difficulties, we’ll be right back.”
CHAPTER…
Walking into Mike’s trailer it feels like I’ve entered an underground version of a children’s book. The air thick with cigarette and pot smoke, weirdly colorful sentimental decorations covering the walls. The kind that are oddly undefined like WAY TO GO , YOU DID IT, or WE’RE SO PROUD!!! Wait no it’s m ore of a garage punk children’s book, O the places you’ll DIE, DIE, DIE, I think in my head as I stare at a blown up picture of Mike when what looks to be his fifth birthday. Grinning ear to ear holding a pop up action doll. Jesus, I actually remember when he got that. I was so jealous; I tried to take it home with me one day. Got it all the way to the car, but like always dad found me out and took it back in. I look around the living room, but its’ empty, except for shallow voices trailing from down the hall. I walk towards the back of the trailer to the deck.
“Hey, hey there he is!” Jody exclaims quickly followed by her smokers laugh. You know the sound, like aaaahahahaha, but with a twinge of emphysema on each emphasis. She motions me over to her, Grace and Mike leaning on each other at her side. The length of my stay here shortening with each little giggle that escapes Graces lips. Mike looks to me already in his army outfit.
“How you feeling buddy?” He smirks to me.
“Like I’ve been hit by a bus.”
“Ya man can’t believe you even make it home last night.”
“God I know, I don’t even remember walking home.”
“Jesus Will!” Jody scolds me.
“Hey, it’s Elle I could pass out almost anywhere in this town and wake up not murdered.” I smirk to her.
“Ya but you’ll get your
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