King Dave Page #4

I don't know but anyway...

Now I look like a guy that was spying on them

and got caught with his pants down,

I would have chosen to walk up like it was nothing,

more like:
what's up!

Is Fix around?

But no f***!

Would have been too easy.

So this is where I have to make my pitch,

in the dark, surrounded by trees and thorns.

If I don't talk, they're gonna come lookin'

for whatever made that noise

and then they won't ask too many question

when they find me.

I'm hereto see Fix.

Fix, we met once already.

I'm Dave, not sure it you remember me.

I just need some information.

No no...

Actually, what I really need is your help.

I'd pay!

Forget it. I'm gonna go.

Yo! Follow the light!

What do I do?

F*** what do I do now?

Come on you, p*ssy, I didn't take an hour's bus ride

just to go home once I got here.

F*** it. I'm going in.

Not even a minute later...

I find myself around a campfire

in front of a crew that looks real f***in' wasted.

I mean totally ripped on I don't know what.

They all have the eyes of guys who want to brawl.

A little voice tells me that

I should turn around and run while I still can.

But, as my mother always said,

I don't really listen to those kinds of feelings.

So I don't move, standing there, facing them like...

I don't know what, but standing there.

They have those eyes...

Like those paintings that you think

the eyes are following you.

Like totally empty,

but still f***ing here.

Is Fix here?

- You said you know Fix.

Find him!

As if I came all this way to play hide and seek.

It's dark here. I can't see sh*t.

Find him!

OK, let's play hide and seek.

I start walking through the gang.

Feel like shitting myself.

But actually... Fix found me first.

I wake up.

This old tree hugger,

almost in a state of shock

talking to the police,

taking the opportunity to complain.

It's not right to leave broken bottles lying

around in such a nice wood.

Yes, Madam. We understand.

- They should install cameras.

For overnight surveillance!

- The city has no budget for that, Madam.

Old hag!

How about I shove a camera up your ass.

My whole body hurts.

I cry a bit but not too much.

Then, man.

I realize they took everything.

My cell, my pager, my wallet, my knife.

F***in' bastards.

F***!

Are you OK?

- Do I look OK?

What's your name? Hey!

- David.

Where do you live?

- Anjou.

What are you doing here?

David, we're hereto help you. OK?

Don't you think it's a bit odd

to be walking around at night, in these woods?

OK, maybe.

Who did that to you?

People you know?

What happened?

Had you ingested large amounts of alcohol?

Then can you tell me why you smell like that?

Hey whoa whoa whoa.

Take it easy, please.

Regarding your deposition...

You're sure?

OK, stay here.

It's gonna be OK?

Alright. You don't really need to go.

But to be safe, the ambulance is going

to take you to the hospital.

OK, but you have to sign a release.

Do you want us to call somebody

to come and pick you up?

You can walk on your own?

Well hop in the back seat then.

Hey! Detectives will be calling you in a week or two,

in case you suddenly feel the need to talk.

Maybe you'll remember more by then.

No.

No I don't think I'll be able to remember anything.

They jumped me from behind

and I blacked out real quick.

That's not true.

Every kick, every punch.

Every beer bottle emptied on me or broke on me,

I remember like the time I lost my cherry.

Laughter, raging, hateful,

even joyous screams, I think.

F***in' hard to break a beer bottle on your head.

"Don't try this at home, a**hole!"

One of them said that when the bottle finally broke.

It must have lasted at least 5 minutes,

when they stopped beating me...

They just kept on drinking and smoking

as if nothing had happened.

Too chill, guys.

One of them didn't stop throwing stones at me.

It was weird, man.

I don't know. I don't know, it was...

As if I was in the sky

and I could see myself laying there,

around the fire, surrounded by these guys.

Once their outdoor party was over...

3 or 4 of them came to wish me goodnight

by punching me in the back.

Then...

Only then, I passed out.

They must have robbed me then.

The next day,

the very next day...

Dollar store near my place, a can of lighter fluid

and a big barbecue lighter.

Right after that,

straight to the same bus ride.

The sky darkening to black,

the hood of my sweater covering my eyes.

Can't find the way to sit right,

pain f***in' everywhere.

Another hour in pain,

another hour to remind myself why I'm doing this.

Christ. F***in' woods. They can shove it in their ass,

their f***in' bunker.

An hour later, I get up, pull the cord.

Ants in my pants.

Lots of people getting off at the same stop as me.

I wait a bit.

Can in one hand, lighter in the other.

Check the f***in' childguard,

turn the flame up.

OK, Dave. It's easy.

Run and spray out the can with my left hand.

When it's empty,

I'm out.

Hey Fix, time to learn.

Learn that you can't always be

the top dog and do whatever you want.

That's the voice in my head.

Oh! F***, man!

Jesus!

While the fire spreads I wait for the bus by the park.

Not very smart but you know.

Especially that my face looks completely f***ed

and that I'm out of breath like a fat hog.

Doesn't take long for the fire department to show up.

Oh f***, man. Sh*t!

I didn't notice the houses so close to the woods.

I hope they're going to spray them

so they won't catch fire.

Bus comes not long after that.

Everyone stares at my face, all swollen and banged up.

But the attention quickly turns to the woods.

The f***in' driver decides it's time

for his break so he can take a peek.

Nosy f***er!

I'm getting f***in' worried. My hands are soakin'

and my face looks guilty, no doubt.

I feel I got a neon sign on my back

saying I did something wrong.

I turn my fugitive face to the ground, raising

my eyes only to watch what's happening around me.

Yes, man! About time, Christ!

My grandmother told me that once,

when she was little, the barn caught fire.

A neighbor showed up with a picture

of Sister Immaculate or something. Not sure.

Rubbed it on the barn

and it stopped burning in a second.

Oh f***.

F***! F*** there's a...

F***, man! A cop car I hadn't seen, do some kinda code.

Blinks the headlights so the bus stops.

I don't know, man.

Doors open.

I'm f***ing losing it.

A black guy gets on the bus all out of breath

and goes to the back to sit down.

Yo man, if I look like a fugitive,

this guy looks even guiltier.

And he's black on top of it!

That calms me down.

I'm out of dodge, easy sailing.

Pressure just drops right then.

I'm totally wasted, dead tired.

Last stop!

Hey!

OK. Relax!

At the bus terminal, the driver wakes me up.

- Get out!

- Yes.

It's weird though, 'cuz I'm like all energy.

Too king, man.

Didn't get caught.

Walking to the subway,

I think about the fire trucks I saw.

Hope they were goin', just in case.

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