Truer Than Truth It Self

Horatio came by this morning as usual, however, he didn't bring breadfast. I wonderd what was up. He just stroad in without saying anything and started pacing a round the room like a panther in a cage.

Finally, he broke the silence. He asked when I was finally going to go out again. I said, I'm not ready. He askedif I was scaird. I said no, Im' not scaird. He said why are you going to let a dumb reputzi dhinger chick scair you like this (first comment). I repeated that I not scaird, just being cautious.

That's when he did it.

He slapped me in the face, vary vary hard. There was blodd on my mouth and confusion. He looked at me with terribel contemt and said, "Buck up, man. "We'are going out todday weather you like it or not. "

Then he turned his back on me and went to the phone and called Rosen. Now , you must understand Rosen is a vary large man, evne larger then Horatio. Rosen spent his seminal moments in Hell's Kitchen raised on a carnal diet of death and voilence. We only call him when we need mussel. Rosen is not a man I want in my apartment. And Horaitio is giving him my adress, and saying come over right a way.

And then he told him to bring a gun.

I broke in to a cold swert. My fingers started to tingle, My stomach did flops and flops. and my heart raced like a teenage girl at her first dance. I was terribly ascaird.

My mind raced over to a Louisville Slugger which was given to me by the great Mark McGuire. I thought , can I make it too the bat before Horaitio would notic. I made a jump for it. Horaitio didn't even turn aroudn. I grabbed the bat and raised it to swing at the back of Horatios' massive bald skull, where the fat folds collect like a pit bull. I started to swing.

Then Horaitio said, still not looking at me, "Horaitio and I will be you bodygards. We will be with you at all tiems. We'll both be carrying. There's improtant things to do. We have to start our insurgency against the evil Bush regime."

And as he said this he turned and saw me with the bat in mid-swing.

"Waht are you doing?" he aske.d

"I was going to kill you," I said simply, without any a dornmint, in any way whatsoever.

Then he just staired at me, like you would stair at a stone, if you were stairing at a stone for a vary long time. I started to get uncomfortabel as the time past. I slowly dropped the bat to the floor, and still Horaitio staird.

Finally he started to laugh. And laugh and laugh and laugh some more. Then he punched me in the arm, and said, "Look at what that frickin' Bushitler has done to us. We're at each others throats like wild animals."

And it was true, truer than truth it self.