Fat Boy’s captor stands motionless at the far end of the room. A
silhouette shrouded in shadow. Fat Boy knows he’s being watched. He can
feel it. It causes him to wet himself, just like he did at night when he was
an adolescent. His father was an angry man to say the least. He would
wake Fat Boy up in the early morning hours sometimes by using a police
taser on his sleeping body. The taser always made him wet himself. It was
a horrible feeling.
The new arrival walks over to another part of the room. Fat Boy
hears a clanging. Music starts playing. He recognizes the guitar riff. The
track is called “Rumble”. “Rumble” was released in 1958 by Link Wray & His
Ray Men. Purely an instrumental track. According to grandmother’s
Encyclopedia Britannica, “Rumble utilized largely unexplored techniques like
distortion and feedback.” The song was banned from radio play shortly after
its release. America is such a strange fucking place.
The music is loud now, really loud. The captor moves slowly toward
Fat Boy. Playing an air guitar. Strumming the invisible guitar. Raising a
hand high above the head, wiggling fingers, and then strumming again,
playing right along with the music. Fat Boy watches with eyes wide open
like an Australian marsupial, eating a banana or whatever it is those things
eat, high up in a tree, always on the lookout for predators. One moment of
complacency, one slip-up, a single mistake, can summon certain demise.
Traumatic, gruesome, revolting death. The kind of death that’s neither
natural nor romantic. Mother Nature’s a very naughty wicked girl. She’s
like a rebellious teenage daughter. Defying her father. Having sex with the