The next morning, I woke up in my bed, and proceeded to use the bathroom before taking
a shower. Afterwards, I made myself breakfast, as I had eggs, hash browns, bacon, and
pancakes, with a fresh cup of coffee. I was in my bathroom, feeling as fresh as ever,
though I wondered what those mafia guys were up to. More so, what did they want with
me? They must have been mistaken me for somebody else.
Were they trying to recruit me? Was I their next target? I was so confused. All I know,
were that there were a couple of weird mafia looking types in black hats, fedoras, and pin-
striped suits, who were looking very mean and very suspicious.
I should know their motives. I have a bachelor’s in Criminal Justice. I’ve just finished law
school. But this one is just beyond me. Maybe, they fear that I would become the next
District Attorney, because I had just passed my bar exam. Maybe they fear that I would
prosecute them, and solve all sorts of cold cases, like identifying unfinished homicides,
black market drug deals, and sexual assault cases.
Maybe, I’m like Cool Hand Luke in a Clint Eastwood movie, where I’m the star, and I
continually have the shake the tail off, and be the hero at the end of the day. Or maybe,
they want to be my friends.
Really, I don’t know what they would want to do with me. I’m a bystander. But I’m feeling
frantic, with the hairs standing on the back of my neck. I’ve got to do something. But
first, I must….finish my breakfast. Damn, this eggs, bacon, hash browns and pancake
meal is good. I patterned my cooking off my short time as a waiter and a chef at IHOP.
I need to get more sleep. Sometimes, I wonder if I watch too many movies. I just visited
the doctor a week ago for a checkup, and he could really tell that I was not getting enough
asleep. Sometimes, I wonder if they were really after me, or if I was just watching TV and
movies all day, and whether if it was in my head. I need some airspace. Some days, I feel
like an uncureable, sleepless, insomniac.
I finish my meal, and it tastes great. The bacon, eggs, hash brown, and pancakes all go
down smoothly. It tasted better than ever. This was the best meal I ever had. I look at
myself in the mirror one time, still in my Hugh Hefner bathrobes, looking as suave as ever.
Now, I’m ready to watch some television.