I Finally awake from my forced slumber, my head is still ringing from the blow Mr. Anger problems over their delivered two hours ago.
I'm in a van with 5 very deranged people. And looking down at my blood ridden shirt i may be another addition to their group of deranged. I sit watching the two grand examples of mexican sterotypes in the corner talk in spanish about who shot who, and why we kept the Gringo (That would be me) alive. They are talking to what i can only describe as a Shaft rip off, the tall creepy ass black man sits in the corner of the van holding a shotgun and lifts it up and points it at one of the mexicans resting it on the mans nose. The black man doesn't say a word and he really doesn't need to his actions spoke for him. He cocks the shotgun and makes his point for both the men shut up rather quickly. A soft hand is placed on the black mans shoulder and the once very scary man drops to his ass in pain for the once soft hand is now crushing his shoulder. "Do i need to break up all of your fights you morons." the woman was short but muscular...she makes my mother in law look like a toothless child.
In front of the car is a man i dubbed "Preach" because well he hasnt stopped mumbling scripts from the damn bible, but the man can put a bullet in your head from a mile away. I know this because part of the mass of blood on my shirt is from the man he did so too. None the less i have gotten myself in a sh!t load of trouble, and if you had told me two days ago that i would meet up with two morons, a creepy black man, medusa, and a preacher i would have laughed in your face.