Holding zombie hostage (continued)

OK... Got the damn car sold, not an easy task. You ever get into a car where there's a hint of BO? You know what I mean, you have to analyze the malodor in order to categorize it properly. I could see the prospective buyers doing just that as they eased into the car, this was no run-of-the-mill BO. It was zombie's revenge funk for farming him out for three for five ass beatings at the carnival. Anyway, closed.

Yes, I finished the back door too. Evey time I smacked my knuckles or cut my hand, I shot zombie in an arm joint with the .22. After a while, I just left the pistol in the garage, I'm not an accomplished carpenter.

And, yes, yes, I BOUGHT the camera. A used one. Turns out the neighbor had one for sale. He's nineteen and hangs around with my kid. He trades the camera for fifty bucks and a shovel whack. He's the one with the neck brace on in the pics. Tough kid, he's been in four, count them, four automobile accidents in six days. The bastard has nine lives...

Well this thing seems to be growing. More and more are finding out and want be a part of it. Time to get some structure around this, lay down some rules.

The first rule of zambie club is:

You Don't Talk About Zambie Club

The second rule of Zambie Club is:

YOU DON'T TALK ABOUT ZAMBIE CLUB!

The third:

Two armed men at ALL times

The fourth:

One guy pranking zambie at a time

The fifth:

Zambie club opens only at night on random nights

I want you all to know how much trouble it's been to get some photos. It's been a busy, and rainy week.

Oh yeah, the kids have been calling him "zambie", so that's his name, zambie, his new name is zambie.

Out,

Jim


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