Otherworldly.

I´ve seen many different life forms in my few years here. Mostly shades of yellow and green.
But today, to my wonder and amazement, I glimpsed a purple one ! Just lying there in my kitchen for a moment or two.
Beautifull but dangerous.
I let her go........

30 seconds.....

30 seconds before the lights went out I heard.....
Smitz aah. gwaaar weeer.
Esprewngig before the fall. I think, and hope. Otherwise people die in confusion.
And that ain´t good.
CK´s friend......

The Death Of..........

I can only imagine the last few minuetes. CK ´s dictaphone was still opperational so this is what I gather....?
He did his best to be friendly towards his travel companion and he said the right things. They both had no suspitions or warnings of the future. They were both a suspicious device.
At 33,oooft came the call. `fasten seat belts`.
And that is apparently what they did.
And this is the conversation which followed.........

Mia `We´re going down arn´t we ?
CK `Yeah , It´s all in the design
Mia `shit.
CK `I know. `


The rest was screeming and grunting.
I think that they shared some kind of heavenly bond before they both dived into the ocean togeather with 152 more.....

The only word I can make out before the meeting of metal and water was .... Jezebel... !!!!

Anyway, CK is gone and Mia had such a short life. But she´s gone too.

To all , don´t send flowers or cards..... Otherwise there will be a curse set apon you !!!!!

This is the end.

What´s The Frequencey now... ?

So, I boarded my flight out of there... Not to England as I had expected but to somewhere else. You can understand why I can`t be spesific ! But anyway, the destination and the spelling don`t matter... !

I was strapping myself in, feeling pretty safe, pulling the novel from my bag when a woman came and sat next to me. There were so many other seats free....
You don´t mind if I join you do you ? she aked. Didn´t look like I had much of a choise...
`Hi , I´m Mia, ..
´HI , i´m SEE KAY.
I knew that this was the beginning of something but I also knew it would be very dangeruous. But that is how I have always lived.. No surprises there..

Mia had me in her grip with few words....
The rest of the flight will follow. I must still try to figure it out....
Liefs C.K. xxx

Esperwnkg 2.

Smieditch ! mui inta lieste. MONEY ! Sim tercha smedith. Smunco !
Miesh mada kum teramin. Tu metska im ie fil. Smoox auch.
Smeek luug... Cold Killer. xxx

Dosh.

I did´t expect it to go so well. But I met the guy at the appointed time at the appointed place. And over a couple of Scotches he handed me an envelope. The full amount. I could see at a glance.
Have booked my ticket...
Watch out for the larger molecules....
Will be in touch.... Cold Killer. xxx

Delayed Reaction.

The silencer was defect so the would be killer and the would be victim had a days repreave.
But none the less I followed him home from his office. Still with no idea why he should not live anymore. I walked with him into his highrise. I stepped first in the lift.`How high?`I asked.
´7` he said.
`Oh me too`.
As he was looking for his keys I shot him quietly through the head. Don´t know why and don´t need to know.
50,ooo euros. Another life.
Picking the money up later. Have already been congratulated. And if he doesn´t turn up.... You know what´s going to happen !!!!!
When I´m paid I´m out of here. Porto or Cornwall.....
Liefs, Cold Killer. xxx

On A Road To ... ?

I phoned him today.
The job is easy for someone of my experience. And he had planned everything to the last detail.
I found no problems with his theory..
And tomorrow, god willing, I will be 50,000 euros heavier.

Can´t give too much away obviously. Just come out for Christ´s sakes!

The job will be over before six in the evening.
The less you know the better.
Cold Killer. xxx

More choises. ( Or the lack there of )

Early this morning I went back to the place where I had eaten my first uitsmijter since I was free.I hadn´t slept well. Pondering the future. (Or what was left of it.)
I was thinking the whole night about flying back to England to see what I could set up there. A small village practice again maybe ?After all, I know how bad background checks are !
The place was sill more or less empty after a half hour or so and I was on my second Scotch. Althogh there were still plenty of free seats a man came and sat opposite me.
My reputation spreads like wildfire.

´C.K. , isn´t it ? he asked.
I peerèd at him over the news paper I was holding and over my reading glasses.
That all depends, I said.
This is my number. I have a job which needs completing in the next two days.
He lifted his jacket to show a 9mm.
I put the number in my pocket.
He got up and left.

Decisions, decisions.....

C. K. xxx

Coming Out. (But where to?)

Came out a few days ago after only a year and a few months. But they only had me for perverting the course of justice so I had done my time. They all knew I had done much worse.
Standing outside the gates I had three options open to me. Turn left to what I used to consider home, go sraight ahead where I was also known or turn right into the unknown. It´s a small city. What the hell. I turned right.
As it was about midday I walked into a cafe for a bite to eat and to try and catch up with the present day. I ordered an uitsmijter and a double Scotch, picked up a news paper and sat at a table. I wasn´t too surprised to see that the world hadn´t changed that much. After all, history does have a tendency to repeat it´s self. Wheather it be weekly,monthly,annualy,decenia or centuries. The Middle East is still at war and the West is still joining in. And now I see the fucking IRA are chancing their arm(s) again.(Wankers)
Had downed my Scotch before the uitsmijter was served so I ordered another. A woman came in and ordered a coffee. She hadn´t noticed me. But with her first sip she slightly turned her head and caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye. She put her cup down,paid and left in a hurry. Small world, I thought.

My reputation preceeded me.
Trying to stay warm and still taking aim. Love, Cold Killer xxx

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Seeing It Trough. ( To The Bitter End. )

I haven't covered my tracks too well. I became careless with age. From soldier to doctor to assassin and then back to doctor. I've travelled a long way to gain nothing and lose almost everything apart from my self respect.

This afternoon at about 3 O'clock the guy who broke my jaw came stumbling through the main entrance of his office block. I had been there since 1 O'clock and I actually wasn't expecting him for a few more hours but the sooner the better.
He was fumbling for something in his pocket as I approached. He noticed my winkel pickers and looked up. I took two steps back.
" Remember me ?" I said.
I shot him once through his head and walked back to my car.

I wish I could have celebrated the New Year and hold her one more time on the anniversary of her death, but the police are outside and the time has come for me to take my leave. And they will find her in the freezer where she has always lain.
Sighning off, gun in hand, for the last time,
Cold Killer.

The Truth. ( Or Age And Disappointment. )

My brain was saying George Clooney, the mirror said freak!
So I came back to the table, my confidence shattered, where the most gorgeous woman was still waiting. To my surprise.
Gorgeous, fine, but direct.
" So tell me the truth. What do you want?"
I've been searching for the truth since I was 14 and I have never known what I have wanted. " To tell you the truth I don't know what I want and the truth is mostly unbelievable. I want ultimate truth. But I'm just as guilty about lying to everyone else so I'm not surprised that the truth doesn't present it's self. But if you want to know the truth of the way I think then you have to follow the Strummer/Weller and the Vonnegut/Bukowski train of thought.

The poor girl was only 24 and she wanted so much to understand. She stood no chance. I was obviously out of my depth. And she was doing her best.

" But what do you want right now?" she asked.
" The truth is that I want you to go away."
" Sorry?"
" No, don't be. Just go away. The truth is that you're too intrusive".
She got up with an indignant look, pulled on her coat and left without another word.
And the truth is that is just what I wanted.
But she was gorgeous!
I don't remember how I got home.
But I did.

Sucker Punch. ( Shock Treatment. I'm Doin' Fine)

I'm a sucker for a sad face. A bad quallity.
Anyway. I walked into the bar and had a good conversation with the barmaid.
Then it began to get busy.
I noticed a woman of about 30 sitting on her own looking pensive.
I walked over to her.
She looked up. But looked over my shoulder.
I turned. There was a very big bloke before me.
I only saw him for a second. Then I was flat on the floor.
The bastard broke my jaw.

But I'm learning his routine and I know now where I can take him out.
I know he's working on new year's eve. I know what time he will leave.

And all the plans he would of had after 19:30 will fly out the window.

You can't just brake my jaw and expect to get away with it.

Will inform you of his demise.

Cold Killer. xxx

Simply Dead.

After six months paid sick leave, Rachid was getting into his country route. Most of his passangers on his number 13 bus were OAP's going to do their shopping. Rachid had become more calm and relaxed in his work. But anyway, that's for later.

Two days ago I picked Mrs. Simpleton up at 10:00. She seemed to look forward to our outing. For someone sitting in a wheelchair she was very animated, arms flailing and screaming about monkeys. We were just outside the nursing home when she said loudly, " Where are we going today? The zoo, to the pub or the whorehouse?"
" I thought we might go to the river today", I said.
" Are there any ducks there"?
" I believe so."
" How much do you believe."
I couldn't make out if the question came from her dementia.
" Enough to get by." I replied.

So I was pushing her in the direction of the river. We passed a few pubs but I carried on pushing her full of good intentions. I had one destination in mind. The river. Mind you, I knew a very good bar there. A quiet counry bar.

Only one more street to cross. A lane in fact. A quiet country lane. The bar was in view. There was no curb so I pushed Mrs. Simpleton out before me.

The driver of the number 13 bus was too relaxed in his new job and wasn't really paying attention. Mrs. Simpleton went flying. Two fingers of my right hand got broken.

This morning I read in the local paper that a man who was a bus driver, of Indian origin, was found strung up in his home. And so it goes.

I don't think the nursing home will be in touch again.

Nice Day Out.

So yesterday I turned up at the appointed place at the appointed time and I was quite proud of myself for getting out of bed in time. I was greeted by a stern looking receptionist who told me "Mrs. Simpleton will be with you in a moment. Go and sit over there." She pointed to a waiting area full of ga ga's. I sat and waited. Then after ten minutes they wheeled in Mrs. Simpleton. She looked like a made up corpse. I wheeled her out into the streets.
"Where are we going " she crowed.
"To the zoo Mrs. Simpleton".
"Oh good, I like the wild animals. I think."

I had every intention of taking her there but somewhere along the way a pub stood in our path.
"Refreshments Mrs. Simpleton."
"What"?
She was a little deaf.
"A drink first my dear."
" Oh , lovely."
And there we sat, me drinking whisky, telling her it was a health mixture and her sitting drinking cider and believing it was an exotic cocktail.
Mrs. Simpleton was easily lead.
I ignored her for an hour.
A fantasy sat suddenly beside me.
" I think what you do is very nobel."
Nobel? I'm not going to give my life up for the old biddy.
We hit it off. She invited me back.
I parked Mrs. Simpleton in the front room, put a nature video on, and we went upstairs.

I returned Mrs. Simpleton at the appointed time at the appointed place. She was raving about puffins and seals, full of the joys of life.

I've been asked back !!!!
It was a good day out.

After.

After moving in,after five years, it suddenly became apparent that there was a huge hole in the floor. And looking through the hole you could see that the foundations were also pretty shakey.
You live with it or you tear it all down.......

Cold Killer.

Shagged out.

I was moving house yesterday togeather with my girlfriend. My new next door neighbour was sitting outside his door in the sun. We had introduced ourselves and he seemed like a pretty decent sort. After that I went to work carrying all the bags and boxes from the van to the flat three floors up. It took us the whole afternoon and every half hour I smoked a cigarette in the company of my new neighbour.
There was plenty of sweating, puffing and panting. Then when I was passing him for the last trip upstairs, struggling with a clothes dryer he said loudly, not even looking at me, " No shaggin' for you tonight!"

The relationship with my neighbour will never be anything special.

Holiday.

"Groovy, man," I heard somebody beside me say. I've heard so many forms of greeting in the last two months in L.A. that I was not in the least surprised. I turned to the speaker and then remembered that I was at a fancy dress party. The man standing next to me had a wig on with long matted hair and a huge fake joint in his hand. I looked at him thinking ' Why is that joint fake? This is L.A.!' But then I remembered how I was dressed. As Batman ! I was showing all I didn't have to offer. And in the city that's built on fake, that's the last thing you want to do. You would think that Batman could never be out of place, especially in the city of dreams, but I maybe should have put a salami in my tight licra costume to be on the safe side.
Up untill this point I was't enjoying myself.
"You wanna light my fire man"?
I lifted my mask and gave him my street stare.
" No, really. Have you got a light"?
I picked up a box of matches from a coffee table and I lit the 18 inch monster and after getting it going he offered it to me.

I got up two hours ago from my own bed two days after the event and I have no idea what's gone on. I have a bad feeling about it all.

I think I will go home early.

Oh no, I just rememered something. The rubber sabre and the feather duster.
I'm on the next plane out.....

Super Woman.

I sat on the 81st floor of the Grand Hotel.The rest of the 80 floors all had ceilings. From that angle I had the the best perspective on depth. Depth is inviting.
Sat there trying to think like a Samuri warrior beceause I thought that I was doing the honourable thing.
Nothing below was real.
The sound of a bird sitting on a telephone mast behind me made me turn my head. It went "Brrrrr, brrrrr. Brrrrr, brrrrrr."

And then, whoosh.
She was there . For me.

Super Woman to the rescue !