Remember Who I Am

Epilogue I

January 14, 2024

10:31 PM

Mackinaw City, Michigan

Three young adults, Dick Virilite, Hunter Enfoire, and Gordon Emerpson, who all just turned 21, sat in a bar in an isolated city in northern Michigan. They joked about various, mostly explicit topics. Gordon sat with a Budweiser in his hand, held by his two fingers, pointer and middle. They joked until they set their sights on someone.

"You see her?" Hunter asked; "What a pussycat."

The her he referred to was a woman, about a year older than them, with pale skin. Gordon did a catcall whistle. A man across the bar wore a hood and had his elbows on the counter. He sat on a stool. This man stared at them.

"Who is this motherfucker?" Dick asked.

"I don't know, go talk to him." Gordon prompted Dick.

"I'm not fucking doing that."

"I'll do it." Hunter spoke.

He stood up off of his stool and slowly approached the man.

"Hey." Hunter asked; "Hey. What the fuck are you staring at?"

"You sorry cunts." The man said.

Hunter attempted to intimidate him; "What did you say?"

"I said; you sorry cunts. You don't talk to or about a woman like that."

"Fuck are you gonna do about it, huh?"

The man stared at him for a second before looking at the bartender.

"Hey, do you serve Corona?" The man asked.

The bartender looked at him; "Yes, sir, we do."

"Can I get one?" The man asked.

He put a 5 dollar bill on the table. The bartender put her hand on the table and took it.

"Thank you." She said in a monotone manner.

She walked back toward the fridge in the back and opened it. She pulled out a Corona. She put it on the counter.

"Thank you." The man said to her.

"Mhm."

The man popped the cap off and took a drink. He lifted the bottle in the air. He stopped drinking it. He then looked at Hunter.

"See?" The man mocked him.

The man then grabbed the bottle by the top, before swinging it through the air. It collided with Hunter's face. He grunted.

"There. That's what." The man answered.

Gordon and Dick approached the man.

"Woah, wo--" Gordon tried to speak.

The man struck him in the face and grabbed him by both shoulders, slamming his torso down on the counter.

Dick backed up; "Hey... I'll... I'll..."

Dick tried to threaten, but he then grabbed a chair. He slid it out from under the table, lifting it up. The man tilted his head as Gordon pulled the man back, placing him in a headlock.

"You motherfucker!" Gordon screamed.

The man simply threw his leg back, landing in Gordon's crotch. Gordon grunted as he let go of the man. The man ran toward Dick, using both of his hands to slam the chair to the ground. The man rolled over and stood up, and threw his foot out. It landed into Dick's chin, as Dick grunted.