Dream Journal — The Bully
Three middle age friends in evil in a small, but quickly growing California town, together since being grade school bullies on the yard: a corrupt local cop high up in the department, a local bar owner/low level La eMe enforcer, and the protected rich kid swine with a bought seat on the town council. They’ve had a lifetime of getting away with petty crimes stacking up to larger crimes and power plays with bought off officials and judges, a slew of street level violence beating up on the weak, theft, coercion, a covered up college rape and the drunken, late night murder of a beloved local cartoonist/writer who used to lampoon them in the town’s one community paper, beaten to death by all three of them on a side street next to the freeway where they thought there would be no witnesses, except there was: a drunken, homeless man sleeping in the weeds who got framed for the murder.
Other than the cartoonist/writer, the only other people that seemed to be openly against the trio was another town pariah to the system, a bike riding street artist/musician political shit stirrer and a brother and sister, the brother being local beat cop who was a known peace maker renowned for defusing situations without violence, a real life Andy Griffith and his kid sister who runs the family’s small café and almost continually bankrupts the three generation deep business doing tons of charity work feeding the local homeless, helping women’s shelters, etc.
Flash forward to a big election, national/Presidential, but also the seat for the local rich kid swine is up for grabs. His lone, long time and hopeless joke of a competitor, the bike riding artist, has made a deal with the Devil in the form a Chinese conglomerate seeking to control real estate in a blown out old industrial center but have been kept at bay by the trio operating for local large business interests who prefer to sit on the land and merely take the write offs and put off any EPA site cleanup while waiting for the real estate prices to rise. With the help of the Chinese funds for the campaign, and an election registration drive by the sister to get out the vote downtown, the bike riding pariah wins by a slim margin of under a hundred votes.
Election night, post voting victory party at the local café with the pariah, the sister and the Andy Griffith cop all smiling, shaking hands with the Chinese investors; across town at the losing campaign’s headquarters, a different scene of drinking, but in brooding hatred, and the first loss either of the three and their backers have ever taken in “their town,” and something is about to be done about that. Openly, in the wee hours they stroll the few blocks towards the café, the victory party having already wound down. The three are mean, drunk and ready for some revenge over the loss and open insult to them. They see the pariah, and town councilman elect walking his bike as he slowly turns the corner going toward the side road near the freeway. They follow, trading barbs with the new councilman. They think they have the new councilman cornered, right at the scene of the older murder, as the three start putting on leather gloves, the crooked cop pulling his piece and pointing at the man on his bike telling him to freeze and not make them chase him. The new councilman, the pariah, merely smiles, puts his hand in the air and points to the three of them while making a gun gesture. They laugh at the local liberal pussy’s mock defense against them and three cracks rip through air, the only reports from an obviously silenced high power rifle, all three shots hitting the three men dead center of mass and dropping them like perfectly shot game animals. The new councilman walks up to the three downed men, all making their last gasps. The rich kid swine already dead on impact and the other two eyes wide with surprise and pain.
Councilman: “Didn’t see that one coming, did you? That was care of the Chinese investors, a little insurance policy for tonight.”
Crooked Cop: “You’ll get the chair for killing a cop, you stupid fuck.”
Councilman: “Will I, or was this merely some random gangland shit from your fat Mexican gangster friend? You really should watch who you hang out with.”
Andy Griffith: (Rounding the corner) “You need to be out of here already.”
Councilman: “I’m gloating.”
Andy Griffith: “Get to my sister’s house, right now.”
The big Mexican gangster is saying Catholic prayers quietly between labored breaths.
Councilman: “Hey, fat boy, before you say high to Jesus, you should know, I’m sure they’ll be an epic car wash to pay for your funeral.”
Andy Griffith: “Go. I got to make sure they bleed out and call this in.”
The new councilman gets on his bike and rides away from the three bodies sitting near the old, white cross memorial for the local cartoonist beaten to death the year before.