Blink's Journal. August 10t&%~~~/
Blink's Journal. August 10th, 2008.
Tripped over garbage can.
Patched things up at work this morning. Decided to join city in morning commute. No problems. Beginning first patrol. Looking back at previous Journal entry, too much time wasted on making up similes. Like over-worked salesman selling lies who spent too much time talking to strangers instead of wife. Empty. Greasy. Single. Crap, did it again. Heard news about trouble in Neighboring and neighborly neighborhood. Close enough to me in Somerset. Will start there. Neighborly thing to do.
Blink's Journal. August 10th, 6:24pm
Encountered road-enraged bike courier. I ask myself why she's riding a bike this late at night. Possibly middle-woman for illegal Canadian Insta-noodles cartel. Will investigate in full at another time. I rip off bike chains as souvenir. Pocket some of biker's chips as well. Is this right? Mugging the mugger. Yes. It is.
I arrive at the Neighboring and neighborly neighborhood. It's narrow streets full of grim and filth from the Mad frisbee players and elderly bowlers alike breeding in the same rat's nest. I look for trouble in all its forms. Stared at by strangers for my dyed crime-fighting pajamas. Stop undressing me with your eyes. Skateboarding teens swarm pass me like flies in the bitter cold night smelling of hot dogs and sweaty unwashed week-old clothes,talking about life difficulties of warm home and free meals and in-ability to buy 500-Chip titanium chassis computer.
Justice is dead.
Gunshots draw me like a moth to flame towards a strip-mall parking lot. An officer doing his job pinned down behind his vehicle by gang members. Like a cat seeing its prey, I sneak behind them with utmost easiness. Plan ruined. Policeman takes out two of the three criminals. Policeman suddenly howls in pain like man forced to watch Twilight movie. I attack the remaining gang member. I win. Afterwards, backup arrives and policeman taken to the hospital. I watch as the red and blue light mixture of the cop cars and ambulance erratically splash across the asphalt of the empty lot. Like a dance of capitalist butterflies hell-bent on destroying China with tornadoes on the other side of the world. Beautiful. Damn, should have asked for ride. Will now have to walk to Hospital to talk to cop. Seems like good opportunity to introduce self and further superhero career.
I remember one episode he said "Success comes in cans, not cants". What was the dog`s name again? Ah yes, Blink. That`s a good name.