Mr. Pink (Hates FSC!)

.. MySpaceScripts Profile Editor So me and Mr. Catchatory went down El Dorado way. We were lookin' for some trouble to get into. We found a little burnt out bus on the side of the road 'round about Santa Jamilia and Ol' Catchatory said "I thank I can fix'er up!" He musta worked on that old bus for thirty days and thirty nights, but by God, he got'er workin' again! And we were off! We drove for what seemed like an eternity but the maps and clocks said it was only 'bout three days. We saw all kinds of strangeness on the way. Cats that looked like dogs, pigs that looked like sheep. I even saw an old lady that looked like a feller I knew one time name Danitobi but it weren't him. I reckon we pulled into town about high noon that saturday. El Dorado was just like I left her. The air was thick on account of all the spirits. A lotta men has met his match in Dorado County. A lotta men been laid low beneath that hard southland soil. Can't hardly drive for the tombstones. It was hot. Sweat poured outta me like wine from the vinyards. I reckon I lost 30 lbs that first week.Mr. Catchatory got us a room at a little motel called the "Hard Luck INN". We sat there at a little table in front of the window drinkin' whiskey and playin cards till about 4 in the mornin'. I saw that look in his eye. Like a vulture circlin' over a fresh carcus. He was not a man to mess with, lemme tell ya. He was lookin' for blood in that lonesome town.I asked him, I said "Mr. Catchatory, why'd you brang me out all this way? Whatever buisness you got out here, I'm sure you could handle on yer own." He just looked at with them cold eyes and said "Son. You ain't got no understandin' of life and death. I'm gonna teach you a fools game fo'sho." It made me a little nervous, i must admit, but seein' as how I had no family or money at the time, and Mr. Catchatory'd been payin my way, I figured I'd just follow along and do like I was told.We set out that day after a few restless ours tryin to sleep, on my part anyways. Mr. Catchatory slept just fine. He took me to a church house on the edge of town and sat me down underneath a statue of John the Baptist. He said "You stay here and when its time, you run like the devil's got yer number." So I said "How will I know when its time?" and he said "You'll know boy."I watched him walk on into the church and I sat there underneath that hot sunball and Ol' Jonny lookin down at me with them forgivin' eyes. I gotta admit, i said a little prair for muh'self, and for Mr. Catchatory. I seen some children playin' in a fountain, and they was laughin' and just bein' children. I wished that I could be that'a way again. I whittled on a piece of burchwood with my case knife, and about 2 hours into it, I started to wonder what had happened to my comrad. The church was quiet, and though normally a church is basically quiet, with a soul like Catchatory in mix, stillness is poison apples.I never will forget the sound of the bullets bouncin' off the church bells. It rang in me through and through. I still feel the vibration all through my blood. I heard the scream and the doors burst open. A nun fell through the archway and lay bloody at my feet. Her eyes were fixed and glassy in the afternoon sun. Her bloody hand clutch tight a rosarie, and out stepped Catchatory."Why?" I asked as he cut me with his eyes. "Do not question the deeds of a sinner." He breathed. "But i don't understand." I returned. "Devils are for children. Demons for men. I am somewhere in between." He said, wiping the red from his pistol and face with a handkerchief. "What of me?" I whispered. He pulled the rosarie from her clutch and placed it around my neck. "Wear it and don't forget it. You'll understand in time."I couldn't figure it. I didn't want to. I reckon some men are hard for no reason in particular. I reckon Mr. Catchatory had his reasons for doin' what he done. There ain't no rhyme to it for men like us, but we all write our own songs.The endHome | Browse | Search | Invite | Film | Mail | Blog | Favorites | Forum | Groups | Events | Videos | Music | Comedy | Classifieds