Ouroboros.

[James Joseph Page.]

Flint. Sometimes I forgot how much I hated this place. What's there to like? The abandoned neighborhoods or the fact that we can't even have clean drinking water? A city living in it's own filth without a hand to help lift it from it's own Hell. That's how it's always been, that's how it's gonna stay. That is until another politician rolls into Michigan trying to win the state over sellin' snake oil. Then we can have four more years of DOLOR. Goddamn is it cold out here. I stood underneath the street light, as if it were the sun. My hands were numb, but I'm use to that by now. I've been in this neighborhood since I was a kid. Numb's fine...it's better than dead. Wonder how long that's been my motto.


Something kept coming into my mind during my short break from a FGA ring: No one's afraid anymore. No one had that dread in their hearts anymore. Everyone had their jobs, people were millionaires sitting in cushy homes, food in their stomachs, family...there was no such thing as "ambiguity". And here I sat, staring at the bottom of my paranoia looking into the abyss for answers, and I couldn't find a goddamn thing. The tragic story of my entire life. I stood in the snow, hoping to God my video camera didn't get frozen in this shit. I stuff my numb hands into my pockets, cigarette lit in-between my chapped lips as I began.

JIMMY PAGE: No one believes in the boogeyman anymore...

I quickly take my right hand and pull the cigarette from my lips, blowing a big cloud of tar into the winter space.

JIMMY PAGE: Once upon a time people use to have some sense of consternation. Look both ways before you cross the street, give the robber your money when he's got a glock shoved down your throat, have a camera available when a blue decides that you're in the wrong neighborhood. Now look at us? We wanna live in a world where we don't have to look over our shoulders. We want to ignore that we're forever going to have a target painted on our backs as long as we live. Everyone's got an enemy...there's no such thing as FRIENDS. That's the funny thing about McHannon, he's won the FGA World Championship but is such a doltish fuckin' blob he doesn't understand that he's a MARKED...MAN.

I scoff, blowing smoke from my nose.

JIMMY PAGE: Have you really taken a look at Cindy? Really taken a look, I mean look at her McHannon. Through the rouge, the sparkly eyes, the peach lips that like to smile on Twitter, and the feint of innocence; There's a blood starved bitch who really just hates your guts. That seems like the theme of 2016 this year for you. Everyone's out to get you, and the thing about it is that I was RIGHT. You wanna try and hide what you truly are, and what you are is a LIGHTING ROD built for hate. Sometimes it's justified, other times it's just because people just can't stomach the sight of you. For me, it's the latter. I can't stand you just as much as I really can't stand Cindy. Because she knows what she is, and she'll pretend she has no clue what I'm talkin' about. But that's just her, a fuckin' predator, waiting for the right moment to strike. And believe me she had her fuckin' shot too. 

I bend down, hands on my knees, cigarette held tightly between my right index and middle finger as I peer into the camera with an icy glare.

JIMMY PAGE: Y'know Cindy, I knew there was something deep rooted inside of you, it's almost insidious to say the least. BLOOD STARVED...was something I used earlier to describe you. I'm starting to think that even Zero couldn't have stopped you from smashing my head in. No, no, no you have to save FACE. People can't see the ugly side, people want to see the BUBBLY, FAKE, PLASTIC...YOU...!! You wanna be taken seriously? Learn when to pull the trigger. I can't stand it when people want to be taken so genuine but don't have the guts to get the job done. You had me, all that bad blood, that feeling you get in the back of your head when you brush your beautiful hair; Kind of a uh, a tingle? I did that. To know I could've taken your career? I instilled that into you. All of that comes to a head in this little tag team match in Queens, New York. You get your little revenge. You get to finish what you started at the expense of everyone looking from the outside. Show us how truly ugly you can be Cindy. Show us the real YOU...!

I start to chuckle a bit before pacing the snowy sidewalk.

JIMMY PAGE: NO ONE BELIEVES IN THE BOOGEYMAN ANYMORE...!!!

I spin a bit, looking around in the empty streets, pausing for a moment.

JIMMY PAGE: Well I think it's time people start to. I think it's time for people to understand in their little dreams of rainbows and make believe there are NIGHTMARES looking to emerge. Nightmares people aren't ready for. And to my little friend who think she's too grown up to believe in nightmares anymore, she's into a rude awakening. They're some things we aren't prepared for in this world. Some things we can't stomach, and Fujiko doesn't have it in her to step to someone like me. So Fujiko, I want you to watch what I do to these ingrates. CANNON if you're so full of yourself, you better make good and do something besides spew shit and piss white vinegar. There's a reason why you're always in second place. Wanna be a winner...?

I flick my cigarette bud away.

JIMMY PAGE: Don't fuck this up...you really don't want to. 

I let out a sigh, walking towards my camera to turn it off. The sounds of plastic crackling are heard, and then...






END.