"What the hell did I do to deserve this?" The man before me was on the ground, sweating, mouth agape with messed up brown hair and a dirty suit. He was in his mid forties judging by the first few silver strands on top of his head. He kept on crawling back, pushing with his hands and feet into the alley that only seemed to get darker the deeper you went. Kiln walked up beside me grinning with anticipation. I grew a smirk of my own as every ounce of hope drained from his body. As his back hit the dumpster, he turned around to make sure that it was a solid object. He turned back to us and repeated, "What the fuck did I do to deserve this?"
"Hey buddy, you mind not swearing. I have a 12 year old to look after and-"
"What did you say cocksucker? Don't swear or I'll fuck your mother!"
"Hey-hey-hey-hey Kiln, what did I say about swearing. You can do it when you play Call of Duty or whatever but never do it to people who aren't 12 year olds. Do you understand?" Kiln nodded his head looking downcast. "Now apologize to the respectable man."
Kiln rubbed his right arm, crossing it over his body and avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry mister. I-I-I didn’t mean it I promise. Will you forgive me?" The man with brown hair... Hold that thought.
"What is your name sir?" I asked him. He looked over at me, like a lost puppy.
"I'm sorry, what the hell just happened?" I told Kiln to hold my wrench. I took off my black trench coat, revealing a wife beater top, blue jeans with holes at the knees, and a pair of the finest black Chuck Taylor's you have ever seen. I gave the coat to a nearby pipe sticking out of a wall. I got beside him and asked him if I could sit down to have a chat. He responded, "Excuse me?"
"Ah whatever." I plopped down beside him, making the sound of denim against metal. "Listen, uh... Name please."
"Uh um… Dave." His voice built up with a little bit of confidence.
"Hi Dave, I'm Arn." I reached out my hand for a handshake. He looked at it like I was giving him some poisonous snake. He looked up at me and I turned back to look down the alleyway, I hate making eye contact with someone. "Anyway, you see, I'm trying to teach Kiln that it's not okay to swear to people in general. Though you may look tough in school, it really is unnecessary to do so. A respectable young man should keep an acidic tongue at bay." I look over at him, getting real close to freak him out. As he moved away from my face, I whisper, "I write poetry." Then I gave a deep laughter, the kind of laughter done when someone genuinely thinks a joke is funny.
I turned back to the empty alleyway, filled with various trash bins and fences. All the way at the end a few cars go by, lit up by the night lights all inside the city of Daiquiri. You could hear the slight sloshing of tires as the sky above us gave a slight drizzle. "But anyway the process of me trying to help him with this follows by an apology and forgiveness. Kiln says the apology which he did very well." I pitched my voice higher to emphasize how well he did. He smiled and turned away from me, sticking out his tongue. "So now we need you to forgive him."
I paused for a bit, bobbing my head up and down. I watched him, awaiting his answer that usually never came the way I wanted it. He looked at me, then at Kiln, then back to me, and then back to Kiln. Then back to me where he said, "You can't be serious. You are going to kill me and you want me to forgive him?" He gave a nervous laugh. "Are you psychotic or something?" There was a pause, stillness in the air. I stopped bobbing my head up and down and stood up from where I was sitting, dusting off the invisible dirt on my jeans. I walked toward Kiln, slowly as I spoke.
"No, we are just the ones who don't suppress the feeling of aggression, aggravation, depression, murder tendencies. You know you've felt it more than once in your life. Kill your unfair boss, teenage suicidal tendencies, in fact you probably want to kill me now to save your own precious life.” I held out my hands as if I was asking a question. We are all murders on the inside, it's just that me and Kiln-"
