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hate to leave behind the sweet deal that we got here in the Windy City, man. Why doesn't Dudley Do-Right stay in Milwaukee and fuck a mouse or something? What are you watching there and what the hell is that thing anyway?” says Psycho.
    “It’s an IPad bro and I'm watching this guy named the producer explaining one of his latest films about a man who has a month to live. He goes out and kills all the people who have pissed him off in life. This guy makes some pretty violent shit, but his films have good stories. I don't believe the crap he says in the director commentary about the violent scenes being real, though, just some shit to hype the films.”
    Well, Josh, I heard about this person from some of my contacts in Mexico, and he is the real deal from what I hear. See, that is the type of shit I could see myself doing, but you have to know how to work a camera and write scripts and shit. From what my contacts say this guy went to film school here in the states, before hooking up with one of the drug cartels in Mexico to make his snuff films. Who would have thought there would be a market for snuff films with good story lines and acting psycho? This guy is fucked up in the skull, but he makes some damn good films from what I can see. I wonder where people like the producer, Wes Craven and Stephen King got all this shit from. You think maybe they made a deal with the devil to get all that creativity or something? Kind of like that TV show “Supernatural” where people are making a deal to receive something in exchange for going to hell in 10 years.”
    “You watch too much TV Josh, but that's a damn good show, however. I have watched it a few times myself. “What would you wish for if you could have anything Psycho?”
    Psycho takes another puff off his joint and a swig of Jack Daniels as he contemplates this. Josh was a TV addict and would watch tons of TV shows all day and night, and had tons of DVDs and programs downloaded to his computer. Psycho rather enjoyed these little “what if” conversations they often had about whatever latest show Josh was fixated on at the moment.
    “If I could wish for anything, I'd ask to be like the invisible man and then find that fucking Colt and open a can of whip ass on anybody that pissed me off.”
    “That's a good wish I guess, but you'd have to give your life up in 10 years Psycho, my man.”
    “Fuck that shit, Josh, I'd find all the demons and shoot their asses so they couldn't take me to hell. This would go on for a few hours until they had both fallen asleep in the cemetery unable to think or see straight from the copious amount of drugs and booze. This was one of Psycho’s favorite times as he was at the most peace while resting in this cemetery surrounded by spirits and his friend Josh.
    “Hey, Josh, I really like that IPad thing you got there. About how much did it cost?”
    “I got a friend who gets me good deals on any electronic stuff that happens to fall off the back of a truck, so a little over $150 bucks, bro.”
    “I’ll buy it off you for a thousand homey. Sure, I’ll take that deal; here you go man, I can buy a new one and some other shit with this much.”
    Psycho plays with it for a few minutes and smashes it against a grave, shattering it into pieces. “Dude, why the fuck would you pay a thousand bucks and just break the shit?”
    “Don't try and understand me, Josh, I don't even understand myself, just take another hit of this joint and not worry about it. He made a note to himself that he would try some of that peyote crap Dirty Red was always attempting to get him to try one day before falling asleep.
    Bill and Etsuko are having lunch at Navy Pier at a small restaurant named the Harbor Street Cafe. They serve a large variety of foods such as fish, soups, burgers fajitas, pretty much a bit of everything. Bill likes being out among the people, shaking hands, smiling, cracking jokes and socializing. This restaurant is just some chairs in one of