Who Put the Bomp in the Bomp Bomp Bomp?: A Rock and Roll Mystery Part 11
July 28th, 2007 by Rich @ 8:27 pmMy sweet Honey wasn’t quite so sweet anymore.
“Bullshit! I do care how this job comes out and i any of you screw this up for me, I’ll come after you myself! I will avenge my brother Michael, and anyone who gets in my way will rue the day they were born!”
She was shaking like a leaf with a white hot rage, and I knew I needed to calm her down.
“Okay doll, that’s enough of…”
I woke up a few seconds later, feeling disoriented. Once I realized that my head was wedged between my knees and one ankle was looped over my neck, the disorientation passed. The pain however did not.
I unkinked my body and looked up with bleary eyes at Honey.
My warrior Amazon was back. Weeks later, Uncle Boomboom tried to describe exactly what Honey had done, but she had moved so quickly that he wasn’t able to catch all of it. Suffice it to say that whenever he talked about Honey from that day forward, he did so with a tone of tremendous respect, and a small amount of fear.
Honey looked down at all of us. “Now you listen up people, and listen good. Tomorrow will be the toughest day of your lives. Some of you may not make it through, and that’s ok. Because if you fall, you’ll know that you fell doing a good thing, and that the rest of us will make sure your death was not an empty sacrifice. We will take down Wallace. We will take his money, and we will make sure he never hurts another artist again. Sure,eventually there will be another Wallace, but it damn sure won’t be this Wallace,and that’s what matters.”
There were some vague mutterings coming from the table, and I knew I had to act quickly. Honey’s Amazon act was good for her, but kinda creeped the rest of the guys out.
“To the Money!” I toasted.
“To the Money!” they all replied, and all was well. The job would go down tomorrow, and with a little luck, so would the swelling on my head.
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Friday morning dawned bright and early but I missed it. A Grade 2 concussion will do that to you. So will a long night of passionate sex with a beautiful blond. Or so I’m told. I had the concussion. But it was a beautiful blond who gave it to me so it sort of evens out I guess.
By noon, I was feeling much better, which was good, since this was very likely my last day on earth, and it would be a bummer going out feeling sick. Of course, going out while feeling good wouldn’t really be much better come to think of it.
At 4PM,I ate a turkey sandwich with swiss cheese.
At 4:15PM I threw up a turkey sandwich sans the cheese.
At 4:20PM, I found the cheese.
By 6PM, I was in control of all my physical faculties, except for my left eyelid, which kept twitching. I fixed it with duck tape.
At 8PM, it was time to begin. If everyone did their parts, we would meet up Saturday evening to split up the take and head for the hills. My part was fairly simple. I called Owl, and told her to commence the operations. Her job was communications. From this point on, all comms went through her. Radio, telephone, smoke signals, ESP, it didn’t matter. If it was information, it went to her. She was going to coordinate the team’s movements through all the improvisations that were sure to occur. She would keep us from stepping on each other’s toes, and keep us focussed on our operational goals.
That was a lot to ask from an anonymous resource, but the Owl never let me down, and I knew she wouldn’t let me down tonight.
I was wrong. At 8:15, the Owl went off line.
This was not good.