Brown Bag
11-06-1999
After an unrecallable series of adventures, I find myself in prison watching over a cop who went bad. He's to be executed in the morning. The cell is more like a bedroom, though, and I have to constantly restrain him, choke him with my belt, put him in a full nelson, and so on, so that he wouldn't use things in the room as a weapon against me. I decided I was going to let him think I wouldn't kill him, and just as he relaxed, I was going to shoot him. I lost my gun, though, and decided not to. Somehow he turned into two separate men. Both black, one a cop and the other a felon. I asked the cop about the crook. The cop called him a "brown bag", somehow conveying that yeah, he deserves to die. I say by the crook and he told me how I could escape by car. In exchange, he got to die by getting a sledgehammer to the head. I had a first-person view of a sledgehammer coming down on 'my' head. The first blow was a eurphoric sensation, and reminded him of what his mom used to do to him. The second blow was death. I returned to myself. We were escaping in a cop car. We picked some people up and went to church. The sermon was going to be about prison. I'd had enough of prison for the day and leave. I think we're going to leave the church, but it's just coffee hour, so we're going to get some doughnuts. Instead of them being laid out like normally, though, people are playing stupid mind and word games to get them, like it's a stupid game.
posted by Phlegm at 11/25/2003
