Through The Eyes Of

The Savior

Izzy

I'm so fucking angry I'm shaking. Axl, who's sitting in the seat beside me probably thinks I'm shaking because I'm nervous about stealing a tractor trailer but fuck that, I'm not fucking nervous. What I am is pissed beyond words! I'm pissed at that trucker but mostly I'm pissed at myself for not trusting my instincts. I knew when that fucker looked at Slash that there was something weird in his eyes; he had wanted Slash and I knew it and I didn't do anything about it.

When I woke up in the truck at the rest stop and both Slash and the driver were gone I knew something was terribly wrong. Sure they could have gone to the bathroom but deep inside I knew something wasn't right; I don't know how I knew I just did. I woke up the others and we went into the bathroom and I spotted the trucker walking around the side of another building a little further away. Slash wasn't in the bathroom so I told Duff I was going to go look for him and walked out without taking a piss. I hurried towards the building where I had seen the truck driver and as I got closer I heard voices, Slash's voice and he sounded scared. I rounded the corner in time to see the trucker tangle his fingers in Slash's hair and tell him to shut the fuck up. Oh fuck no. I looked around and spotted a vodka bottle sticking out of the top of a trash can and I grabbed it. Neither Slash nor the trucker knew I was there and I took advantage of that and snuck up behind them and smashed the bottle down onto the truckers head. He immediately slumped over and I grabbed Slash who was swaying around unsteadily and held him up. The guy had slammed his head into the wall and a knot was starting to form and he was bleeding where the bricks had scraped his skin. Poor kid; but he said he was ok.

I took the driver's money and his keys and a baggie of coke that was in his pocket and walked Slash back to the truck. I stopped partway there and turned around and hugged him; I felt bad, like I should have protected him because I knew, I just knew that guy was going to try and mess with him and I like this kid. Slash is talented and funny and very easy on the eyes and I don't want anything to happen to him, I want this band to make it but not at that kind of cost.

The other guys were coming and I yelled for them to hurry the fuck up and get in the truck. They didn't ask any questions, they could tell by my voice that I meant business; probably helped that I was practically dragging Slash at that point. Duff ran over and I handed him off so that Duff could get him into the truck. We all piled in and I pulled on a pair of gloves that were laying between the seats and I start that fucker up. I've never stolen anything as big as a truck before; shit I've never driven anything as big as a truck before but I was fucking driving one now!

I tell Axl, who's sitting in the front seat next to me that we have to ditch this sucker somewhere off the highway and soon. I drive about three exits and get off at a truck stop with several little hotels around it. We just became $350 richer thanks to that sick fuck I knocked out so we can pay for a couple of rooms in the Super 8. We can maybe even eat halfway decent food! Some of this money though I'm spending on dope. So let's just say we have $250 give or take. I dump the guys off at one end of the Super 8 and drive the truck down the street to the truck stop. Axl and I strip off our shirts and wipe the truck down so that our finger prints won't be all over it. Then we walk back to the hotel.

"So what the fuck happened?" Axl asks me as we're walking. He's all tensed up and I can see suppressed anger boiling just under the surface in his eyes.

"Fuck Ax, I knew something was wrong before we left this morning, just something in the way that guy looked at Slash, like he wanted a piece of him. But I figured we were all there so it wouldn't matter, he wasn't going to take on all of us! But when I woke up and Slash was gone and the driver was gone I knew something was fucking wrong. I saw the driver going around the corner of that other building where the payphones were just as we went in the bathroom and when Slash wasn't in the bathroom I knew that he had to be over where the driver was. So I went over there and he had the kid shoved up against the wall and had gotten his belt open and just as I came around the corner he slammed Slash's head into the wall. That reminds me, we need to cut through the gas station and swipe some asprin or something for Slash, he's gonna need it. There's a KFC in there too, let's get dinner, after all, it's on that asshole trucker. So anyway I smashed a liquor bottle over the driver's head and that was it."