10/17

Well that's one off the list.

R.T. finally manned up and talked to his dad about getting us some actual artillery. M.D. gave me a butter knife, which was actually a little helpful in ticking off the first assignment. We looked up H.Z. on Facebook...to no one's surprise, he was still here in Camden County. He ran an auto shop called Hot Monkey Repairs. I don't think anything called "Hot Monkey" has ever been successful, but that's H.Z. for you.  Always wanting things his way. When he would come to collect debts from my father, he made sure every last penny was paid. So I wanted to apply that same accuracy and strive for perfection to knock him off the list.

Just as we suspected, there was the Dodge Neon, sitting on the lot, the license plate torn off. We figured he'd keep them in the backlot, and we were right. As we're driving incognito GODDAMN D.Ts phone goes off, shining a huge light all over her bubbly face. When I told her to turn it off Roy yelled at me, and later she insinuated that I had a problem with black people. I told her I didn't care what color she was, because H.Z. certainly wasn't going to discriminate when he MURDERED US. She backed down a little but...and I know this is stupid, I can't let emotions get in the way of the List, yada yada...but a tiny, sliver-sized, insignificant part of me is a little upset. I checked D.T.'s donut instagram and it had a picture that R.T. had taken on her phone. It was...cute for what it was. He needs to shave off that shitty mustache...but it was cute. And I know it was 15 year old me who got her feelings hurt...but he could've been nicer to me. Maybe I resent D.T. for that reason. I dunno. Maybe she's just a bitch.

But anyway, H.Z. is off the list. The plan went perfectly, and let's just say we collected our dues: $7,235 worth to be exact. R.T. was a little freaked out, especially when I hit H.Z. with a frying pan. I think under all that macho, redneck BS, he's just a little terrified. H.Z. is in the hospital from what I know, D.T. made us do that. I think we scared him enough to where he won't be collecting "taxes" anymore. Now...I wanna find dad. I wanna tell him that H.Z. is gone and that he needs to come back in the picture. Otherwise, he's gonna find himself on the list. But I have bigger fish to fry: I've come up with 36 people so far. And #2 might just be one of my favorites: we're going to the bakery.

-P