Holden the Professional
Actually I don’t know where I should start to tell my confounded life. Probably you know my family or saw on news; my father was working as a drug dealer, and he had loved milk. Milk… Milk saved my life. It was just ordinary; I got up with a buzz. When I entered the living room, I saw my mom with that stretch her pilates costume. She was disgusting as hell. You know pilates, girls do for looking well—such phoniness. After I saw her, I went the Silvio who is owner of the grocery. Believe me, he is the phoniest person that you can see. He cheats on his wife, every time that he can. Goddamn bastard. I left the house (I got the ax). When I came back, I heard racket which was coming from upstairs. Then… then I faced the goddamn stiffs of my family; even those sons of bitches killed my little brother. Blood coming from his back was flowing like a river. I was terribly shocked; my life was upside-down. I had not any money, a house to live and a family to be with them since they killed because of touchy job of my dad. Then I heard the oncoming footsteps, at that time I got that I was getting in trouble. Only way to live is escaping from that garbage, but there was one thing that I cannot decide: Where can I go? When I took a step, I faced with the D.E.A agents who are the murderers of my family. I attempted to run as hard as I can. Believe me, I am terrific runner. Did I tell the story about I broke the world record in athleticism last year? I was escaping from dogs—I hate dogs.
Leon opened the door and pulled me into his house when I attempted to run. Leon was our neighbor; he was kinda strange man. He wore only black costumes; he had looked like sorta touchy. After those agents went and everything returned to normal, he reminded that I can’t live in his goddamn house. Frankly I didn’t want to stay there, but I had to stay. I begged him to accept me. At that time, I found the machine gun in the corner of the living room and realized that what he was doing for living. Finally he accepted me to stay there if I work for him. I started with disintegrating guns and getting together the separated parts or combining different parts of different guns. I was spending half of my day for this and other half for Tin-Tin. You know Tin-Tin; it is the best cartoon that I have ever seen. Tin-Tin is journalist but he embarks on many adventures. He is very good person in this phony world.
Guess that he was doing what while I was working. He was drinking milk… I want to kill all of the cows in the world and horses. I hate horses; they are most unnecessary animals for people. We don’t use them for anything except gambling. People love horses because they can earn money on them, so they are reason of being phony I think. Phonies I hate them, so I decided to be assassin because I want to kill all of them. Believe me if I wouldn’t be here, I will be on the streets for them. Whatever, according to him, only way to understand “how you can...