Murder 7 – College
This week has been hell. My writing class, Intro to Creative Writing, started on Tuesday. It’s only one class, but it’s already kicking my butt. It’s not for a degree or anything, so I’m fine, but the first week is always tough as they load us with a bunch of bullshit homework overload. My assignment for tonight is to watch 10 TV commercials and write full stories based on the commercials (background on the ‘actors’ lives, scenes, whatever, just make it all up). Surprise, surprise, I am the oldest one in the class minus one senior citizen couple who decided to light their golden years with some fiction.
BTW, my face has healed nicely. Well…I mean that it looks the same as it did before the fight. And Crown & Rose looks fine. Maybe even better than it did before the fight as the floor is spit-shiny now. And word got around fast about the fight, so the local busy-bodies peppered me with questions for a couple of nights.
I also tried to ask around about the fighters. Did you recognize them? Did you see where they went? Hear anything? Did you see their cars? Anything unusual aside from the fact that they wrecked my bar and accidentally smashed my face?
Nothing.
Except one tiny lead.
Aimee McDane, a waitress from Parker’s that night, said she saw Brown Jacket at Remy’s autobody 3 weeks ago when she picked up her car. He wasn’t a customer – and Remy verified this – but Aimee said he was acting strange, just loitering and smoking in the parking lot. “Like he was waitin’ for someone.” She’s adamant it was him, brown jacket and all.
Crap, I have to get back to my writing assignment. More soon.
