Utterly Mad

The name is Johnathan and this is my story, the ups that led to the downs and the things that followed. Everything, nothing held back so let’s get this started.

Part 1: Thrown out like trash
It was another day for me, started by waking up and grabbing a bowl of cereal before heading out the door and getting to work. It wasn’t fifteen minutes till I was in the Burger Lord uniform flipping burgers and dipping fries into the oil. Just another day like any other.
The boss seemed anxious today but I just kept doing my job and ignored his pacing. One of the other employees, his name was Jack, said “Yo John how’s it goin’ today?”
“Going good Jack, just another nine to five day for me, how bout you?” I said, flipping another burger and checking some fries.
“Goin’ good, goin’ good.” Jack said, manning the counter with his usual bright smile and charm.
I went back to focusing on work and spent the next six hours doing what I do. My boss seemed to be pissed about something when he walked up to me and said “Hey focus on what you’re doing you just burned that.” And pointed at a thing of fries I had just pulled.
I said “Boss their perfectly fine.”
He lost it, started berating me and yelling that I was just a worthless cuss that couldn’t do shit. I had enough after he insulted my dead dad and popped him in the jaw hard enough to knock him flat on his ass. He stared up at me for a second before yelling “You’re fired now get out before I decide to call the cops on you!”
I tossed my apron at him and walked out, changed in the bathroom and tossed the rest of my uniform at him. “Keep the fuckin’ thing, hope somebody gives you a bad day!”
I went home and walked through the door to my mom sitting on the couch drinking as per usual. She set her beer bottle down and asked me “Why aren’t you at work?” in a tone that I knew meant trouble.
“I got fired, but I’ll find somewhere else to work.” I said, walking to the fridge and grabbing a soda in the hopes that acting casual would make the incoming ass chewing less severe.
“WHAT? YOU GOT FIRED? WHY?” She yelled at me, then immediately said “You got rent money?”
I sighed and said “Well no, I didn’t get paid before the bastard fired me.”
“Then pack your things and get out.” She said, grabbing her beer again.
“Ah come on, just give me a few days and I’ll…”
She cut me off and said “No, rent’s due tomorrow and you don’t have it so I’m not waiting.”
I knew when I was beat with her and grabbed my things. Any love I had for the woman had vanished with her inside the bottle. I packed my few belongings in my suitcase and walked out the door saying “Hope you die in the bottle, would be ironic if your tonic killed you.” I said, and she sent a string of curses after me.
And like that I got tossed out like the fuckin’ trash.

Part 2: Jack and the boys
Jack was riding with a couple of his friends when he stopped and rolled his window down. “Yo, John, I saw what you did and I was think’ man I could use a guy like you in my crew. There’s good money in it.”
I turned and said “What about a place to sleep? I just got kicked out of my home.”
Jack smiled and said “Yeah, I can hook you up. Come on, toss that in the trunk and we’ll talk while I drive.”
I didn’t really have a choice, so I tossed my suitcase in the trunk as one of the guys moved out of the passenger seat. I slid into it and closed the door as Jack took off. “So what’s the job you need me for?”
“I said I wanted you for my crew homie. Hey you know how to handle a piece?” Jack asked as he turned a corner.
“Yeah, I had to know how to handle one. Never knew when someone’d come knocking the door down to collect on ma’s gambling debts.” I said, looking out the window.
“Good, good. Listen take this…” Jack said as he pulled a handgun out from being tucked into his pants and handed it to me “…and act tough when we get out of the car. I’ll give you two-K when we’re done.” Jack said.
I checked the gun and said “You work at Burger Lord and you’re paying me two-K?”
Jack slowed down and then stopped in front of a small house and said “I work at Burger Lord because I needed a temp job, this will make me…us a lot of money.”
The four of us stepped out of the car, with me tucking the gun into my pants and then covering it with my shirt. We walked up to the front door, Jack carrying a bag with him. He knocked and whoever was on the other side of the door had a hushed and quiet conversation before the door fully opened and a man stepped outside.
I looked around and caught the glint of sunlight on metal from inside a window across the street and tensed. Jack had been discussing the ‘product’, some kind of cocaine or some other drug, when the guy just said “Tell you what, I let you live and you give me the drugs…”
Before he could finish I pulled the pistol out and grabbed him, pulling him in front of me and putting the barrel under his chin. I turned towards the other building as a man stepped out of the door with a shotgun. I whispered to the guy “Tell him to drop the gun or you die, do it now!”
He yelled to the man “Pu-put the gun down and go inside! Don’t do a-anything!”
The man did as instructed and I motioned at one of Jack’s boys “Go get the money…” Then to my hostage “…where’s the money!”
“I-its in the kitchen, in a bag. I was going to pay you bu-“ He said.
I interrupted him by pushing the barrel harder into his jaw “Go get it!” I said to the man.
Jack looked at me and said “Fuck, good work homie, I’ll go get the car running” He gave a short laugh during his sprint to the car.
The other two came out with the bag and rushed to the car. I pushed the barrel into his jaw harder and said “Listen here, you ever try to cheat us again, you ever threaten us again, and I will end you, put you in a three foot hole in the ground, and never think about your sorry ass again. You know why? Because you don’t have the connections to make worrying about you a priority, so I’d recommend you stay out of my hair and leave Jack alone, got it?”
He nodded and then said “I got it, I got it, just please don’t kill me!”
I pulled the barrel away from his head and then brought the back of the handle into his head. He hit the floor faster than a sack of potatoes and I rushed for the car. “Good work John! You just saved us a load of product!” Jack said, hitting the gas.
It was a couple hours later in Jack’s apartment when he tossed me a stack of bills. “Two-K just like I promised. And more work later when it comes. There’s a spare room over there you can sleep in for now homie, we’ll get you your own apartment when we get some money coming in regular like.”
I nodded, and looked at Jack “So, I pop a guy in the jaw and you think I’m fit to help you deal drugs? That doesn’t really add up to me.”
“Look, I got a good feeling about you, and when I get a good feeling about someone I follow it. Besides it just got you a lot of dough for a couple of hours work man.” Jack said.
I nodded again, then went towards the spare room “Introduce me to the boys tomorrow, I may as well know their names since we’re working together now.”
I heard Jack say something but didn’t quite catch what exactly he said as I stepped into the room. Not much, a bed and dresser with a closet was pretty much it. I pulled the pistol out and sat down. I looked the thing over and put it back after a couple of minutes.
I went from being kicked out by my damnable drunkard of a mum, swore she died with my father, to working with Jack to help sell drugs. This was going to be interesting.
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first couple of parts of something I'm working on, would really appreciate feedback on this one