"According to victims, one of the newest groups to emerge is called the Rastas, a mysterious gang of dreadlocked fugitives who live deep in the forest, wear shiny tracksuits and Los Angeles Lakers jerseys and are notorious for burning babies, kidnapping women and literally chopping up anybody who gets in their way."

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Chapter 2

Jimmy Ray stands up and shakes his hips at a locomotive as the filter of his cigarette burns. And it’s a small train.

“Shorter than the ones in England.” Jimmy Ray says out loud thinking to himself. Jimmy Ray moved to the states to follow his music career and his career hasn’t died yet so Jimmy Ray is still here. In between a river and a train track next to a small tree with no leaves and right across from a giant corn field Jimmy Ray brings his fist to his mouth as the train chugs by. It’s cold out. Jimmy Ray is wearing a sick leather jacket. The train wheels kick up a rock and it hits the boots of Jimmy Ray. So Jimmy Ray screams Choo! Choo! at the train. His throat feels scratchy. He blows hot air into his fist and looks to the sky. He looks into the train. Then he tries to look through it but it doesn’t work so he stares at the ground for a second. Then he just thrusts his arm into the air with his palm towards the sky because he just doesn’t give a heck anymore.

“Look mom that man with the long face looks like he is trying to catch something falling from space!”

Jimmy Ray screams at some little boy pointing a finger at him in a train window. He screams at a couple hundred passenger car windows that pass right by him but all the blurring colors resemble that boy or something that looks like McDonalds BigMac, Jimmy Ray wasn’t sure which.

“Fuck you! You don’t know anything about ’97!” Jimmy Ray throws a rock at the side of the train. It hits. Jimmy Ray sits to light another cigarette and the train passes past and then it is just Jimmy Ray sitting smoking a cigarette next to a train track alone. He takes out his whiskey and throws the empty bottle against the metal. The glass shatters. There is a mix of rocks, glass, metal above the earth on the ground. There are burn marks between each of his knuckles. Jimmy Ray thinks that that pose he just stood up and struck for all those fans on that train just a few moments ago was awesome. Jimmy Ray thinks that the hand on the hip was a great touch and wonders why he didn’t use the move more in ’97. It doesn’t matter Jimmy Ray still has it. His body shakes a little cause it’s cold out.

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