[ITS GONNA BE A REVOLUTION] BLACK OPS PART THREE

[ITS GONNA BE A REVOLUTION] BLACK OPS PART THREE
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I climb into my car and back out of my drive and head to the coffee shop and order my favorite, a Kenyan blend and a sugar free muffin and sit down by the window and read as the day unfolds around me.
Keep in mind that this is kind of new to me at this time.
I am thinking.
What do I really want to know?
How far am I willing to go?
I am sitting there looking out of the window and I look across the street and I see a dude pumping gas and realize that it is her brother. I pick up my cup and head for the door and jaywalk across the street to where he is.
I just wanna talk to him.
You know what I mean?
I nod even though I don't have too.
He doesn't even notice and continues to talk.
I walk up to him and say "Whats up Darryl?" 
He turns around and says "Whats up bro?"
I say "Man I'm sorry to hear about your sister."
He says " Yeah you two were kinda tight in high school weren't you?"
"Man mom is takin this shit hard bro she had two kids you know?"
"Naw I didn't know that bro. I been doing my own thing for awhile."
"Yeah you went to the army didn't you?"
We continued to talk and people from the hood continued to pull up and  walk over and offer condolences and money to the brother.
Its like that in the hood.
We talk for awhile until he says "Man I gotta go."
I tell him its good that I saw him and walk across the street to my car and drive out to the country road and turn in.
I walk into the house and open the basement door and walk over to the lone steel chair and look into the wide eyes of the dude I have strapped there and I say "You killed a friend of mine and you know what I want. This can be easy for you or hard. It does not matter to me."
I show him a knife and I reach to the side of his head and grab his ear and slice. The knife is sharp and his head pulls away and I hold his ear in my hand.
"Do you understand."
He nods through the tears.
I pull the tape from his mouth and he begins to spill the beans.
I listen and stand up and place the pistol in my hand to his temple and pull the trigger.
Fast and clean in a sense ,even though his brains are all over the floor, on his collar.
I walk out and go to my car and drive away.
As I drive through the city I find my mind wandering.
I look around and where others see the junkies and the homeless I see pain.
It is palpable to me.
I pull into the driveway of the man who I work for and walk ring the doorbell and walk in.
We sit around and discuss the business of the day and I leave and take care of the things that I do everyday but today it seems as if I am in a dream. Nothing feels the same.
I find myself again wondering what I should really do.
I finish the day and go home and sit around and smoke awhile before I stand and walk into my study.
I walk to one of the credenzas and open it and lay the items out on it and contemplate my next move.
Somebody is gonna catch pure hell tonight.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY