The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Seven

So I get there, the movies, wearing my purple wig and purple eyeshadow; the whole purple set-up. And when I get out it starts to rain. There hasn't been rain in Pompey in years, not until after the war. Then it all just kinda, I dunno, stopped? But now its raining again, and me being human didn't foresee rain, so I don't have an umbrella. I run under the cover wear I purchase my outrageously over priced ticket. But while I wait in line I'm forced to overhear these kids talk about the 'government'.
"Dude, dude dude dude! Listen to me. In a few years all that's gonna be left is just Coke and Disney."
"Bullshit man, what about Pepsi? Or Universal?" The other says to the first.
"Nah, bro. They're gonna buy everyone out. Kinda like what Dell did to Alienware."
"I still don't believe you."
"Listen, Coke already own pretty much every drink there is. And Disney has the power to persuade Square Enix, I think they can take the rest of the world too." The first says.
"Okay, but what about cars, and shit like that? Oil? Domestic household products?"
"Gonna gobble 'em up like hungry hungry hippos, Bro."
I feel like I'm getting dumber as the seconds tick by.
"But why?" The second asks.
"Why not? Haven't you played Monopoly? All those big companies want is money."
They finally buy their tickets.
Now its my turn.
I meet Jason inside.
Thank Allah for texting, without it, how would I have know Jason was already waiting inside our theater?
Let me tell you; I wouldn't have.
So I walk up all those well lit steps and make my way down the row, and sit next to Jason.
"'Sup?" He mumbles to me. As I sit down.
"Hi." I fake a smile.
"Yeah, I've already seen this movie, it sucked." He says, still mumbling.
"Oh, okay." I'm a little confused.
"Yeah, so I was thinking we should just, you know." He puts his hand on my knee. "Makeout or something?"
"Hmmm." I say. "I'm gonna have to pass on that one."
"Huh?" He asks, he's high as hell.
"I'm leaving now." I stand up.
"What are you doing?" He asks, his eyes hardly open. By the way, the lights are still on, and that 'First Look' thingy is on.
"Well." I stop and look at him. "This is me leaving. You see this," I start to walk off, my back completely turned away from him. "This is me. This is me walking off. This is me walking down the stairs. You see this, I'm walking down them. Here I go, I'm doing it! Now I'm turning down the hallway. This is me opening the door, this is me walking through the lobby watching all the people watch me as I narrate this for you. No, I don't have a bluetooth in my ear. This is me leaving the building. This is me running through the rain, this is me opening my car door. You see this, this is me sitting in my car and turning it on. And this is me turning up the music and driving off."
Then I roll down the window. Jason isn't outside FYI. And shout out.
"Punkass!"
So I'm driving, and I'm pissed.
Come down!
I'm pissed, and I'm screaming the lyrics of any song that's on.
Come down!
I'm screaming the lyrics of any song that's on, and I'm driving fast.
Big come down!
I'm driving fast, and I'm lost.
Big come down!
I'm lost, and I'm reading the street signs.
Come down!
I'm reading the street signs, and I don't know where I'm at.
Panic!
I don't know where I'm at, and I'm freaking out.
Panic!
I'm freaking out, and then-
Confusion.
A street I remember seeing from the pictures. The most recent package. A bundle of pictures, all with street signs on them. I follow the street down. Just as I thought; the pictures were directions. So I follow them.
Left.
Right.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Left.
Right.
Left.
And then I see something, and it makes me slam on the breaks.
An address.
312 Bunny Dr.
I nearly shit myself; The 3 in white, the 1 in red, and the 2 in green.
I have to call Trevor.


-Sir Jestro