A QUICK EXCERPT FROM Terrell, an insensitive, lecherous and selfish hard-ass when it comes to the game of life, gets a hard deal of his own when he gets paid an unexpected visit by....himself.(PG: Strong Language)
Terrell went into the bank and filled out a withdrawal slip as his doppelganger watched. “Write out the whole two hundred, not a partial amount.”
“I am, will you shut the fuck up?” Terrell whispered harshly. People turned and looked at him.
“Everyone’ll think I’m nuts if you don’t shut up,” Terrell said softly. “Well, you don’t have to answer me out loud. Just nod or something.”
The guard standing beside the door watched Terrell carefully. “Are you ready?”
it asked. Terrell nodded. Then the spirit looked at the guard. “Trouble’s coming.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, then slapped his hand over his mouth.
The guard walked up to him, and Terrell froze in place.
“You got a problem, son?”
“No,” Terrell answered curtly. The doppelganger slapped its own forehead in response to Terrell’s impudence.
The guard folded his arms. “You been drinking?”
“This early in the morning?!”
The doppelganger groaned. Terrell glanced at him, and the guard noticed.
“Let me see your I.D., son.”
“What the hell is this? Why are you harassing me?!”
Everyone in the bank was looking at him now.
“I think you better calm down real fast, son.”
“I’d calm down if you left me alone!”
“Just put your hands in the air son, and nothing will happen to you.”
“NO! I’m not some fucking thief! You can’t do this to me! I did nothing
wrong! I’ll sue you AND this fucking bank!” “Terrell, just be quiet! You’re only making it worse,”
the doppelganger said as it looked around.
“Well if you hadn’t come into my life, none of this bullshit would be happening!” Terrell shot back.
“Who are you talking to, boy?!” the guard asked loudly.
“No one!” Terrell glanced at the doppelganger again. “Don’t blame me for your problems! The only reason why I showed up in your pathetic, so-called life is because you need to be helped before you wind up in Chaos!”
“Who are you looking at?!” the guard asked impatiently.
“Will you stop talking about Chaos?!” Terrell yelled.
“Say what?” The guard gave him a weird look.
Terrell made a break for the door, but the guard was quicker than him.
“You need some help, son,” he said, taking his walkie off his belt, then slammed Terrell’s butt into a chair, holding him by one shoulder. The guard called for the cops, mentioning he had a possible ‘302’ that needed to be picked up.
“Let me go! Get the hell
off of me! And stop calling me son
! There’s nothing wrong with me! It’s my dapple… doppelganger
! He keeps talking to me! Keeps telling me to change all my bad ways!”
“Just sit still, son. Someone will be here to get you.” The guard sounded bored.
? Will you get the hell
off of me?! Isn’t it pretty obvious that you aren’t supposed to see him? He’s a fucking ghost for crying out loud! I’m the only one that can see him because he’s MY ghost!”
The doppelganger was sitting in a chair right beside him, shaking its head. Terrell looked at it in a panic.
“Make yourself appear or something! Help me out here!” “It doesn’t work that way.”
“Some good you are!”
The guard merely shook his head as Terrell continued talking to the air.
“What the hell’s a 302?” Terrell suddenly asked the guard.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied.
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