What a dream! Talking birds, what's next? I better not ask that, with everything that's been going on lately. I look around to find myself parked on the side of the highway again, but I have absolutely no idea where I am. Last time I knew, I was in Arizona, now it looks like I’m somewhere in the southeast.
“Do you remember Bobby Joe’s?” It was the ol’ Flame-head again.
“Bobby Joe’s?”
“Yeah, the bar you destroyed last night. Oh, you don’t remember, that’s right. How silly of me. Let me show you.”
With that, he reached out his hand and grasped my forehead. I saw…something…beating the crap out of everybody within it’s reach. Then I understood. That…thing…was me. I don’t know how I understood it, but I KNEW that that was me.
“This is your gift. You shall bring vengeance to the guilty. I know it’s a big job, but you were the one They chose.”
“They? Who are they? And this is supposed to be a gift? I have swiss cheese for memory, and this is a gift?”
“We did give you a new bike.”
“Gee, thanks. You kill me, turn me into some kind of demon…”
“You’re not a demon. I’m the demon here.”
“Funny. So, I’m not a demon. But I’m most certainly not human.”
“You’re still human…for the most part. You just had certain aspects of your being…tweaked.”
“Ok, I can’t take any more. What if I was to play chicken with a semi? I’m on a bike, I’d be hamburger.”
“Wouldn’t happen. They wouldn’t allow it.”
“Great. So I’m stuck. Well, if I have to do this, I’m gonna do it my way.”
“That’s the idea. As long as you follow the rules.”
