The Gorbie Chronicles Part One
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- kingjulien
Day 1
A Friday afternoon drive by the house. Everything appears normal, although there's something sinister in the air. A pumpkin sits on the porch next to a potted plant, although there's only one eye carved out. The shutters are closed. The Italian flag that used to hang out front is no longer up. A box of Marie's donuts is tucked under a pair of china flaps and work gloves. It is unclear whether there is life inside.Day 2
Later that evening (or rather, early the next morning), on the way home from the bar, I took a second drive by. Tomorrow I'll return on foot, but I needed another reconnaissance mission to ensure everything goes smooth. I take one spin past the house, and then circle back and park down the street. I have gee on the line, and try to appear in control, but her giggling is threatening my cover, so I pretend to have technical difficulties and hang up the phone. A primered Gremblin, one with a sunroof and sixteen switches, pulls into the driveway and flashes its high beams twice. The hydraulics kick in, and the car goes up and down quickly like some psychedelic Dr. Dre video. A figure arrives from the sideyard, and two duffel bags are exchanged. Is it OJ? Kato? Has the eagle landed?Day 3
Sunday late morning. I arrive dressed in a blue mechanics' jumpsuit (this is the closest thing I have to a gardener's outfit). I have a brown curly wig (with fresh activator juice) and the coolest porn mustache one could score in the 29th street garden block apartments (I got a dubsack and a stache in one transaction from my boy Meeko). I take my edger and begin work on the house next door. Within thirty minutes Gorbie comes out, a pair of pajama bottoms and a wife beater top. He appears fragile, weathered, beaten, and when he scans the block, a look of paranoia comes over his face. We make eye contact for a moment and he waves. He doesn't recognize me. Gorbie grabs the newspaper and stumbles inside. He pretends to close the door but I can tell he's inspecting me further. An hour later four Mexicans in a rug cleaning van pull up. They are in the back for close to an hour. As I check the trash there are four cartons of Tylenol cold and sinus medication lodged inside. Finally the side gate opens, and Gorbie and his homies get into the van ( a replica of Tommy Bradford's love mobile in Eight is Enough). Gorbie now has a blue bandanna around his forehead, and is wearing a fila jumpsuit with matching sneakers. He appears at ease. He turns to me and flashes a two-one across his chest. Are they going on a hit? Is there a big deal about to transpire? What kind of scene is he involved in? What if I get caught?Day 4
I ring the doorbell, afraid of who might answer . A three hundred pound Honduran woman with the face of Albert Puljos appears. I mistakenly ask for Gorbie before using his real name. The woman shakes her head. "They're on vacation. They no home. Been gone 3 week." I try to peak around the corner, but she holds the door tight. She claims to be a neighbor taking care of the dog (and the yard), but something isn't right. In the background weird odors are emanating. I hear mariachi music. A man in a Che Guevara beret comes to the door, and when I try to explain myself, he closes it mid-sentence. Who are these people? What happened to my buddy? Why are meth prices dropping across town? Is Gorbie a kingpin? What is this new job he has, and why has he turned his back on so many who care and respect him?These questions, and more, must be answered soon. Tonight I'm returning as a Bible salesman, tomorrow as a school board candidate. My alias will not be compromised, this I assure you. Loyal NTers, I promise, I will get to the bottom of this, as soon as possible.
Goodbye, and god bless.
- jevad0
I miss gorbie
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- mayo0
*makes popcorn for the next part of The Gorbie Chronicles.
- mayo0
btw, kingjulien is SO much better than Veronica Mars at this shit.
- mayo0
he's working with the 403!@?!???
- todelete__20
hahaha. this line ruled. "A three hundred pound Honduran woman with the face of Albert Puljos appears."
nice write.
- version30
ted turner is to balme i can tell
theres a stench of superstation in the air
- JazX0
kj are you Gorbie?
- kingjulien0
I am Malcom X.
- kingjulien0
cruz! you must reveal more!
- _salisae_0
how do you feel about him lying and then hanging up on you, gee?
- kingjulien0
salisae, jealousy will get you nowhere.
- uberdesigner0
let's kick this bitch up a notch
- kingjulien0
we are currently at defcon 5 as it is
- uberdesigner0
we've only just begun
- kingjulien0
alright uberdesigner, i'll taka care of it for you.
"kj, you're gay, your writing sucks, your imagination is pathetic, and you're just not clever (whatsoever). Stop with your long-winded ramblings unless it's about some stripper you met."
- uberdesigner0
yep, you pretty much covered it. so how about some more stripper stories?