Tonight, I get a phone call from a long time friend. Not really a friend, but a long time source that used to pass the greatest of times and was the greatest source of information, whenever I was in need of something prestige and prime time – that was the easy part and the worst way out of keeping my ass outta jail. The hard part – well, that’s something that is worth a thousand words without a thousand words from a much-needed photograph to spell the truth and my fall from the dignity of grace.
My only downfall was getting involved. Very involved! It was stranger than fiction, but worth the truth and the honor of living and honoring the code. I was either handed down a sentence from a far exotic location rather than leaving home and getting the job done from my very own seat of justice – it was somewhere between “the twilight zone” and the “X-Files” and somewhere between “Lost” and “Gilligan’s Island.”
I was granted some new tools of the trade – and, I was told to use them wisely or else? As they say, I would be “dead meat” and “cantaloupe” by the time I was finished with job.
If you’ve ever seen the movie, “Ronin” with Actor Robert De Niro, you’d probably know what I’m talking about – the recruited sham and price for money was literally on target. But, it was only written for a character that would eventually elope into the twilight to make the score, drop was secured, kill the target – no matter how far and how deep they had to go to make sure their mission was the best in the record books and mere clandestine between the spotter and the ace kill from a primed sniper willing to get the job done.
It was the worth money, but it was worth the stabbing thought of killing off the most impromptu characters ever created in the history of writing and story telling – the death of the Super Hero team the Avengers and the creation of doom, not only gave the avenging marks of the prime suspect, who seems to be known well-known, if it hadn’t been for the “caped” crusader himself, Gotham City and Clark Kent’s Daily Planet may have survived the barrage of the Hulk and the incriminating insane bombardment of Marvels Comics loss of deterrent of compulsive gambling, the heroes of our time would have survived the cut and the deals they made with the insane mafia of Donald Trump and the Grand Plaza Hotel.
It had been sadly announced earlier today in a secret meeting in the writers room, that Marvel Comics will make no more of our beloved Super Heroes and with any Hollywood Studio Executive until one brainstorming demand is meet with grace and fellowship of the ring – free popcorn for all at all their movie franchises involving Marvel Comic Characters on the big screen……
Uh, waitress – extra butter please and an extreme Coke Cola with my order and the tab will be in the loyalty of Marvel Comics and their Executive Producers!
Happy April First my friends – enjoy the Popcorn and the read of the day! Hooha!