The reason he believed the grey men were real, was mainly because they'd encouraged him to keep taking his meds. When he'd been young, the voices had always tried to get him to stop taking his pills, often succeeding. Leo had become pretty well known by the cops in those days and infamous in Sweet Springs. Keep stealing people's cars and breaking their windows and people get pissed off. By the time he was about fifteen, Leo had pissed off most of the town. Despite it all, Leo still believed that deep down he was a good person, that his soul was decent. He supposed that most people felt like that. Probably Saddam Hussein had gone to bed at night, thinking the ends justified the means and he was really an ok kind of guy. Such thoughts still troubled Leo, he'd almost told the grey men to go to hell. Now he was planning to kill quite a few people on Friday and justifying it as the means justifying the end.
"Booyah !" He shouted as he washed the pills down with coffee.
Leo had heard the expression used on Breaking Bad and he'd been using it a lot since. He was still wearing just his boxer shorts and the next part of his routine was a shower, but he noticed an email from Jerry, about a date for the band. His computer was old, before dual core and still running Windows XP. It did all that Leo wanted though, he could use it to get his emails and look up stuff on the net. His broadband was slow, mainly due to the long length of copper wire between him and the main highway. Plus he could see the cable swaying about on windy nights. Still, on most days he could get a fast enough connection to do what he needed to do.
'I got us a booking for Friday week.' Said the email. 'McGill's Care Home. They want us to do a social evening. Lots of easy listening stuff. – Jerry.'
Crap, now he had to ignore Jerry or lie to him. Leo was the keyboard player for Knuckle Kracker, the band he'd formed with Jerry, when they were both crazy eighteen year olds. They'd started off doing heavy rock, but they were terrible at it. They'd been a four piece band then, but one guy had either died, or gone to live it Portland. Leo was drinking heavily then and his memory of the time was poor. Instead of a drummer, Leo set up a backing track on his synthesiser and they still sucked.
