Benjamin Reynolds (_cavendish_) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2011-02-24 09:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | big tobacco |
I've got a new low.
Who: Big Tobacco with mentions of Deimos
What: March Madness is approaching
When: Thursday, Mid Afternoon
Where: Madison, Wisconsin; organized Union protests
Warnings: It's Big T.
The truth was Big Tobacco didn't have a lot to say. All his real words, the things that had counted, the ones that had made a difference had been used up a long time ago. He was his own addict now, his own victim forever caught between that hyper nicotine calm that eased the shake in his hands and set his make-believe heart beating much too fast. The pedestal the world had set him on had grown higher with each inhalation and he was beyond the stratosphere now, so high it was any wonder his feet deigned to touch the ground at all.
And therein lay the problem. Keeping himself grounded was getting harder ever year. It didn't matter that the people tried to chip away at his foundations. There were new warnings, new limitations and he was the Big Bad Cancer Man instead of the Smooth Talking Cowboy and yet they remained dependent on him, on his fix and his money. They couldn't box him away, couldn't shelve him like the dirty habit that he was. He was too big for that and was it any wonder that he went a little crazy from time to time?
When the tank arrived (under circumstances best described as mysterious) he immediately told Deimos to hop on in and start learning how to drive it. He wasn't upset when Deimos drove through the middle of the house not more then ten minutes later. Nope, he decided right then and there that it was time to go. Where exactly he had no clue. He didn't plan much in advance these days. It was by sheer luck that they rolled up on the protest and the police (confused and wondering who had called in the army) didn't immediately react.
Shit got real the moment Big T popped the lid and came up looking like some bizarre General Patton in fatigues, the WW2 helmet sitting lopsided on his head, a cigar clamped between his lips and a grenade launcher in his hands.
"People of the world. I invite you to suck my dick!"
Thankfully he only had smoke grenades.