MORGANFOKKER SAYS STOP LYING TO YOURSELF

Strange Coffee

"I hate this waiting around crap," Goner said to break the silence. 

Goner tapped his fingers on the dashboard, which seemed to be a nervous habit. Max didn't mind though since he was running a techno-themed beat through his head.  

The music in his head was slowly turning the waiting game into a music video. He was seeing the world as if through the director's eyes of Michel Gondry. 

Technicoloured and ready to face the world. He was ready to face a musical future.

Welcome to the Apartment

Max's headache was furious. He fumbled the apartment door open, tried to pass the living room quietly. Goner was snoring on the floor, sucking the scent of the car wreck off of Max and into the dream he was having.  

Max leaned into the back bedroom, candle-lit, low music. "Hey sweetie...?"  

Maggie sat, lotus position, in the circle of salt, eyes closed. A cheerleader was in the corner reading a scroll. "Just a sec baby, I'm in the middle of something with Angst."

The Setting Sun

The summer sun was low on the horizon, sinking fast as if it had struck an iceberg. Maggie stepped out of her car and glanced around, before putting on her mirrored shades.

"You look beautiful," Angst told her.

Mags shot her friend a smile since Angst couldn't see the merriment in her eyes. "Let's go and cause us some havoc." 

Crash

Max cranked the wheel, the car spun, everything suddenly screaming. The sky turned upside down and thunder burst through his body.

The smoke reminded him of fog rising on the moors. He imagined a cloak wrapped around him, a sword at his waist. He tasted blood in his mouth.

An emergency roadside phone started to ring. He pulled himself from the ditch, reached up.

"This transmission is coming to you," the voice said.

Coming Down

Angst was writing her name in pink nail polish on the barrel of the uzi. "You don't mind? Do you need cash?" 

Tatter patted the pockets of her baggy coat, checking for change. "I'm good. Triple-triple for you right? And what does Max take?"

"Just black." She smirked. "It's a macho-thing, I guess. Hardcore action-hero noir-ninja-whatever."

Tatter grinned, then her eyes softened. "Is he okay though?" She glanced to the door of the bedroom.

Angst nodded. "He gets sick like this sometimes, before a shift."