It was a Sunday when all this happened...
I'd say all this occured about two weeks ago. I feel its always good to have a time frame for referencing. Incidentally the antagonist in this story wants to do me grievous bodily harm in real life. So should anything happen down the line, this can be used in my favor.
The afternoon was underway. It had to have been around 2:30p when I left the gas station and entered the freeway. ( See out where I live, just passed the hill, down the way is the 14hwy. This connects the dead lands that are Palmdale and Lancaster to Santa Clarita and the rest of the Los Angeles county )
I recall full well when I entered the highway that day, I noticed right away that my side of the freeway was almost totally free of cars. Rather, the entire southbound side of the 14 was bereft of cars. Just myself on that highway...
Myself and this green truck. A ways behind in my wake, resting perpetually on a horizon both the truck and I were maintaining.
As a natural reflex, I usually look onto any vehicle and its driver when I feel they are getting to close to mine, while in motion.
The actual issue here is, I used to bang this man's wife almost daily at one point. About 3/4 years back I believe. Although they had some odd relationship, and I mean odd, he took it to heart when he found out.
Instead of correcting her or at least trying to find out why she was resorting to cheating, and using that as a wake up call to get his act together ( I could talk shit about the man, but I've done him enough harm... ), he made it his life's mission to find me and beat me within inches of mine. And then kill me. Hopefully...
Mind you, I am in complete agreement with him.
If I was ever made a cuckold of, I'd have to kick the guys ass ( as a point of principle! ). Then I'd have to ring my woman's neck- ( random fact: The kinds of women I'm into and go for tend to be bigger head cases than I, usually with some sordid personal history or family history. So of course being disloyal that way is more likely as well )
Anyway, back to our story here-
There we were looking at each other. I swear all I could hear was heartbeat, oh and the wheels on the highway. Maybe I could hear his heart too, hard to say now-
It was probably when he slammed on his breaks and angled to the right, ending just behind me that he realized I was in fact Jerico, or Dead Man! as he so lovingly used to refer to me. Way back when he'd call me drunk or text me to issue his weekly death threat consisting of acts to be done to me, imaginable only in some part of hell. I'm sure.
Suddenly I had my heart in my throat.
What I was seeing in the rear view mirror was reality. And reality was accelerating with all 8 cylinders.
Although I only noticed it for a moment, I swear to God I did see some white tire smoke lingering off the sides as it sprang from a break and change in direction to a sudden complete acceleration.
Now what I lack in the realm of physical superiority, I make up for quick thinking and quicker acting. One of my few saving graces.
As I tried not to stare in horror at my rearview mirror, I too had slammed on my accelerator. Pushing my 4 cylinder chariot to the red zone. The size of truck suddenly decreasing, even if slightly, and for a moment before beginning to catch up. The car itself now began to make a wild shaking sound. My poor chariot I thought ( Honda 93 ). Just behind me, the vehicle was practically on my vehicle. I realized that even if I wanted to pull over, I wouldn't be able to.
Was he planning to run me off the road? What was he trying to do? Why hadn't he slammed into the back of my vehicle yet? He clearly could. Why is he maintaining a fixed distance now?
Even I knew I couldn't maintain the engine's full power for longer than say 10 seconds without causing expensive damage to the transmission. But I might have to I figured. Looking back at the rearview mirror I saw that the truck had slowed considerably. It was no longer on the ass of my car. As I glanced up again into the rearview mirror, I could see he was getting a little closer.
His muscular arm was now out the window pointing at me. For reasons unknown the finger pointing just added to the bad stuff I was feeling.
With my car approaching its death throes as I sped on in the red part of the gauge, the distance was still increasing between us. Could it be his car had suffered some divinely sent ailment that needed fixing like coolant refill or oil check? As I pondered these things I felt it better to take it out of high gear. An exit was coming up just up ahead and and if I could play it right, I could get him away from me.
Now that an exit was approaching in the neighboring lane, just 3/4 of a mile down the road, I jimmied on over into the right most lane and sped on. The truck maintained its distance behind me without fail.
As the exit approached, say 1/2 mile I suddenly felt a hard impact. This caused my vehicle to skid a little before screeching back into position. I looked into the rearview in what felt like a daze and saw that he was on my ass again. Despite having bad eyes I could TOTALLY feel the killing intention from his eyes in my rearview. It was uncanny.
It wasn't till I thought about it later that I realized he had only slowed down a bit to develop more push on the acceleration. He was trying to get me off the road, or to the side of the road at least.
With the exit coming up, I focused on the divider ahead. What I was about to do would either get me back on the 14S away from Joe, or slam me along the divider on either end, leaving me in a bad spot, or worse if Joe pulled over to finish the job.
I put the car in high gear, slammed left on the steering wheel, slammed the e-brake up and then slammed it down when the car had jumped enough in the angle I was gambling on and then slammed on the accelerator. Suddenly my car jumped left and cut along the divider by a hairs breadth. Although I eventually pulled over and sat from getting all dizzy, I did manage to evade what was coming for me. It'll be back I'm sure, but for now I live yet.
I took a random freeway from there instead of the intended one and arrived to work a little late. The entire day I wondered about the many outcomes our belated, and albeit fated encounter would've presented.
In one reality he would've ran me off the road, or into the divider if I had planned it any differently. He woulda pulled over and sauntered over casually with a bat in hand to finish the job as I crawled out of my totaled vehicle hanging onto life by a thread.
In another, he would've fishtailed me and my vehicle would've rolled a long ways, killing me in the process. If I were so lucky that is..
Or, he would've caused me to pull over somehow and pummeled me into dogmeat. Hopefully not fulfilling the more sordid things he promised he was going to do to me when he did get his hands on me.
Two Cats:
I called this the two cats dilemma because as it was, as per what Nikki has/had to say, Joe and I were not that different. I just happened to be very intelligent, but temper and mental make wise, we were identical.
I mean to say, ever hear of the two cats problem?
Put a cat and dog together and one will be better. This is nature. Put two of the same ( like cats in this case ) and you may have a problem. They are too much alike and problems arise from this-
Written on 8/24/14
Ready for submission soon i thinks..
I'd say all this occured about two weeks ago. I feel its always good to have a time frame for referencing. Incidentally the antagonist in this story wants to do me grievous bodily harm in real life. So should anything happen down the line, this can be used in my favor.
The afternoon was underway. It had to have been around 2:30p when I left the gas station and entered the freeway. ( See out where I live, just passed the hill, down the way is the 14hwy. This connects the dead lands that are Palmdale and Lancaster to Santa Clarita and the rest of the Los Angeles county )
I recall full well when I entered the highway that day, I noticed right away that my side of the freeway was almost totally free of cars. Rather, the entire southbound side of the 14 was bereft of cars. Just myself on that highway...
Myself and this green truck. A ways behind in my wake, resting perpetually on a horizon both the truck and I were maintaining.
Unbeknownst to me at the time, a bad situation was forming. And it was driving the green truck.
As fate would have it, the lane the truck driver was occupying was the one I had to get into. The lane I was in was the one the green truck was seeking.
Driving down the highway a little further I notice that the green truck is no longer a speck on the distant horizon. It was now pulling up on my vehicle.
Driving down the highway a little further I notice that the green truck is no longer a speck on the distant horizon. It was now pulling up on my vehicle.
Then finally the situation took form. The man in the green truck decided to accelerate when I decided to break. This put us both at eye level and at a more compatible rate of speed.
As a natural reflex, I usually look onto any vehicle and its driver when I feel they are getting to close to mine, while in motion.
Provided the sudden match up suddenly, the situation clicked into action.
When I looked over, it seemed the timing for disaster couldn't have been planned any better.
In the neighboring truck, the driver, a man of massive make, with muscular arms and a mean face to boot was also already in the middle of looking at me when I glanced over.
Our eyes locked. Time came crashing to a grinding halt.
I began to see his expression go from one of a man relaxing into his Sunday, to that of a beast recognizing another beast in its part of the forest.
In retrospect, I still wonder how many seconds actually passed as we looked at each other. I knew who he was RIGHT AWAY ( Being the physically less superior of the two, knowledge of the mans build and power is keen information. Especially when you stand 5'6 and your potential opponent stands close to 6ft and has 60 lbs or so over you. ).
I could easily discern, even with my shoddy eyes that he in fact did recognize me, but had not yet placed a face to a name to a reputation. Yet.
About Joe-
One thing about this feller Joe ( thats his actual first name, but we wont share anything more ) is that what he lacks in brains he has exponentially in brawn.
I am also strong, but I've limitations as I am.
I do not put in enough time into increasing my total power, although I do put time into increasing the available strength I have access to.
(I'm what some of you in the know call heavyhanded, or, a bruiser. I can take a punch too, but it doesn't mean I seek it.. )
This cat Joe seems to be inverse, being physically bigger and most likely with a different musculature, he HAS put lots of time into increasing his total power. I'm sure the mans got some mean strength too, he looks like he could put a few grown men in the hospital, and easily.
I on the other hand do not look dangerous. This has worked out in my favor time and again ( Let it be known that underestimating a man has led many to a quick defeat. Image is not what wins. It's heart. ).
I mean if you put us next to each other, the man dwarfs me. I just happen to have a bigger dick. ( true story, the redheaded rattlesnake Nik told me so. On multiple occasions when she was cheating on Joe with me. Just sayin... ).
If the cards were dealt someday and we ended up crossing, this time however, in person and not in moving vehicles, I'd have to recall anything to give me some sort of mental edge. Knowing that I'm shorter than him and got more in the pants may be that edge. Who knows- Hell, I'd resort to using a tire iron, or my belt, or my teeth to win. I'd like to share what he promised he'd do to me someday but then I think it better not. No point in breathing more life into those wild claims...
I've gotten into several fights in my life, but very few have been with bigger people.
I've never fought a bigger and stronger person though. At least not like him.
I know I will in time, as life is long and my personality when I'm drunk and depressed tends to bring me more trouble that I care to deal with.
Of all the people I could've made a life long enemy of, it just had to be the program man ( term for a man who goes in and out of prison. Constantly. ). According to him I ruined his life and that makes me a dead man. That eventually, someday, it would be him that was going to end me, not old age, not disease, not some maniac woman I brought over to my apartment after ignoring red flags, NO, it'd be him.
For this to make a little more sense, let's delve into WHY the man has it out for me...
When I looked over, it seemed the timing for disaster couldn't have been planned any better.
In the neighboring truck, the driver, a man of massive make, with muscular arms and a mean face to boot was also already in the middle of looking at me when I glanced over.
Our eyes locked. Time came crashing to a grinding halt.
I began to see his expression go from one of a man relaxing into his Sunday, to that of a beast recognizing another beast in its part of the forest.
In retrospect, I still wonder how many seconds actually passed as we looked at each other. I knew who he was RIGHT AWAY ( Being the physically less superior of the two, knowledge of the mans build and power is keen information. Especially when you stand 5'6 and your potential opponent stands close to 6ft and has 60 lbs or so over you. ).
I could easily discern, even with my shoddy eyes that he in fact did recognize me, but had not yet placed a face to a name to a reputation. Yet.
About Joe-
One thing about this feller Joe ( thats his actual first name, but we wont share anything more ) is that what he lacks in brains he has exponentially in brawn.
I am also strong, but I've limitations as I am.
I do not put in enough time into increasing my total power, although I do put time into increasing the available strength I have access to.
(I'm what some of you in the know call heavyhanded, or, a bruiser. I can take a punch too, but it doesn't mean I seek it.. )
This cat Joe seems to be inverse, being physically bigger and most likely with a different musculature, he HAS put lots of time into increasing his total power. I'm sure the mans got some mean strength too, he looks like he could put a few grown men in the hospital, and easily.
I on the other hand do not look dangerous. This has worked out in my favor time and again ( Let it be known that underestimating a man has led many to a quick defeat. Image is not what wins. It's heart. ).
I mean if you put us next to each other, the man dwarfs me. I just happen to have a bigger dick. ( true story, the redheaded rattlesnake Nik told me so. On multiple occasions when she was cheating on Joe with me. Just sayin... ).
If the cards were dealt someday and we ended up crossing, this time however, in person and not in moving vehicles, I'd have to recall anything to give me some sort of mental edge. Knowing that I'm shorter than him and got more in the pants may be that edge. Who knows- Hell, I'd resort to using a tire iron, or my belt, or my teeth to win. I'd like to share what he promised he'd do to me someday but then I think it better not. No point in breathing more life into those wild claims...
I've gotten into several fights in my life, but very few have been with bigger people.
I've never fought a bigger and stronger person though. At least not like him.
I know I will in time, as life is long and my personality when I'm drunk and depressed tends to bring me more trouble that I care to deal with.
Of all the people I could've made a life long enemy of, it just had to be the program man ( term for a man who goes in and out of prison. Constantly. ). According to him I ruined his life and that makes me a dead man. That eventually, someday, it would be him that was going to end me, not old age, not disease, not some maniac woman I brought over to my apartment after ignoring red flags, NO, it'd be him.
For this to make a little more sense, let's delve into WHY the man has it out for me...
The actual issue here is, I used to bang this man's wife almost daily at one point. About 3/4 years back I believe. Although they had some odd relationship, and I mean odd, he took it to heart when he found out.
Instead of correcting her or at least trying to find out why she was resorting to cheating, and using that as a wake up call to get his act together ( I could talk shit about the man, but I've done him enough harm... ), he made it his life's mission to find me and beat me within inches of mine. And then kill me. Hopefully...
Mind you, I am in complete agreement with him.
If I was ever made a cuckold of, I'd have to kick the guys ass ( as a point of principle! ). Then I'd have to ring my woman's neck- ( random fact: The kinds of women I'm into and go for tend to be bigger head cases than I, usually with some sordid personal history or family history. So of course being disloyal that way is more likely as well )
Anyway, back to our story here-
There we were looking at each other. I swear all I could hear was heartbeat, oh and the wheels on the highway. Maybe I could hear his heart too, hard to say now-
It was probably when he slammed on his breaks and angled to the right, ending just behind me that he realized I was in fact Jerico, or Dead Man! as he so lovingly used to refer to me. Way back when he'd call me drunk or text me to issue his weekly death threat consisting of acts to be done to me, imaginable only in some part of hell. I'm sure.
Suddenly I had my heart in my throat.
What I was seeing in the rear view mirror was reality. And reality was accelerating with all 8 cylinders.
Although I only noticed it for a moment, I swear to God I did see some white tire smoke lingering off the sides as it sprang from a break and change in direction to a sudden complete acceleration.
Now what I lack in the realm of physical superiority, I make up for quick thinking and quicker acting. One of my few saving graces.
As I tried not to stare in horror at my rearview mirror, I too had slammed on my accelerator. Pushing my 4 cylinder chariot to the red zone. The size of truck suddenly decreasing, even if slightly, and for a moment before beginning to catch up. The car itself now began to make a wild shaking sound. My poor chariot I thought ( Honda 93 ). Just behind me, the vehicle was practically on my vehicle. I realized that even if I wanted to pull over, I wouldn't be able to.
Was he planning to run me off the road? What was he trying to do? Why hadn't he slammed into the back of my vehicle yet? He clearly could. Why is he maintaining a fixed distance now?
Even I knew I couldn't maintain the engine's full power for longer than say 10 seconds without causing expensive damage to the transmission. But I might have to I figured. Looking back at the rearview mirror I saw that the truck had slowed considerably. It was no longer on the ass of my car. As I glanced up again into the rearview mirror, I could see he was getting a little closer.
His muscular arm was now out the window pointing at me. For reasons unknown the finger pointing just added to the bad stuff I was feeling.
With my car approaching its death throes as I sped on in the red part of the gauge, the distance was still increasing between us. Could it be his car had suffered some divinely sent ailment that needed fixing like coolant refill or oil check? As I pondered these things I felt it better to take it out of high gear. An exit was coming up just up ahead and and if I could play it right, I could get him away from me.
Now that an exit was approaching in the neighboring lane, just 3/4 of a mile down the road, I jimmied on over into the right most lane and sped on. The truck maintained its distance behind me without fail.
As the exit approached, say 1/2 mile I suddenly felt a hard impact. This caused my vehicle to skid a little before screeching back into position. I looked into the rearview in what felt like a daze and saw that he was on my ass again. Despite having bad eyes I could TOTALLY feel the killing intention from his eyes in my rearview. It was uncanny.
It wasn't till I thought about it later that I realized he had only slowed down a bit to develop more push on the acceleration. He was trying to get me off the road, or to the side of the road at least.
With the exit coming up, I focused on the divider ahead. What I was about to do would either get me back on the 14S away from Joe, or slam me along the divider on either end, leaving me in a bad spot, or worse if Joe pulled over to finish the job.
I put the car in high gear, slammed left on the steering wheel, slammed the e-brake up and then slammed it down when the car had jumped enough in the angle I was gambling on and then slammed on the accelerator. Suddenly my car jumped left and cut along the divider by a hairs breadth. Although I eventually pulled over and sat from getting all dizzy, I did manage to evade what was coming for me. It'll be back I'm sure, but for now I live yet.
I took a random freeway from there instead of the intended one and arrived to work a little late. The entire day I wondered about the many outcomes our belated, and albeit fated encounter would've presented.
In one reality he would've ran me off the road, or into the divider if I had planned it any differently. He woulda pulled over and sauntered over casually with a bat in hand to finish the job as I crawled out of my totaled vehicle hanging onto life by a thread.
In another, he would've fishtailed me and my vehicle would've rolled a long ways, killing me in the process. If I were so lucky that is..
Or, he would've caused me to pull over somehow and pummeled me into dogmeat. Hopefully not fulfilling the more sordid things he promised he was going to do to me when he did get his hands on me.
Two Cats:
I called this the two cats dilemma because as it was, as per what Nikki has/had to say, Joe and I were not that different. I just happened to be very intelligent, but temper and mental make wise, we were identical.
I mean to say, ever hear of the two cats problem?
Put a cat and dog together and one will be better. This is nature. Put two of the same ( like cats in this case ) and you may have a problem. They are too much alike and problems arise from this-
Written on 8/24/14
Ready for submission soon i thinks..
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