Ch. 4 Crusaders

It had been one hell of a night; one of those that you rarely get, when you feel invincible, on top of everything. The three old friends were riding around in the old ford truck, windows down, radio up, Fifty Cent blaring Many Men. The men are nameless, but we all know them; young men, to young to explain the empty beer cans on the floor, hooded sweat shirts, jeans, ball caps and tempers; looking for a lay and another high, the night belonging only to them.
The night had started young, seven o’clock in a friend’s basement for beers. Change of venue, and a joint for the road. A couple beers at a dive bar that never cards, a round of Jose Cuervo. Another joint out back by the dumpster. An attempt to get into the strip joint, a funny story about getting kicked out despite the attempted bribe. One a.m., three a.m. The night never slows, for some reason tonight is ALIVE. The three riders are ALIVE.
“Fuck man, tonight has been ripping.”
“Hell yeah it has. Man did you see that little slutty at Eric’s? She wanted a good dicking man. “
“Yeah from me!”
“Fuck you man. You ain’t been laid in fucking forever. Only pussy you get is passed out upside down in the dumpster. You remember that night?
“Fuck you man, I never…………”
“Hey guys, check out this scum bag. Look man, he’s just sleeping out there on the bench. How do you do that? How do you end up that fucked up? How can you not have a job? A house? That dude is pathetic. You see him? You know what I’m saying?”
“Dirty ass motherfucker. He needs shot. We should be allowed to run around and shoot pieces of shit like that. I see ‘em everyday. Every where you go anymore some stinking crazy ass bum is asking for you change. Fuck ‘em man. No one helps me, why should I help them. I gotta job, why don’t he?”
“Yeah man. CLAP, CLAP, DEAD. Problem solved. If they let me, I’d love to go around and clean this town up. Be easy too. Rattle a little change, point and pull. Feed them down at the pound. Kill two birds with one stone. Broke ass dogs eating broke ass people.”
“HA! Good one man. Broke ass dogs eating broke ass people.
“Shit, we’d being doing everyone a favor. You know homeless people are usually thieves, murderers and rapists. I know a chick that was raped by a bum. I mean I don’t know her, my cousin did. Anyway, she fucking shot herself man. Couldn’t live with the thought of that dirty ass dude giving it to her. Blew her brains out just to forget it. Fucked up shit man.
“We really should do it man. We’d be helping everyone. I got a little sister man. I’d have to kill myself if some sick homeless fuck ever raped her. Kill him and then myself.”
“Fuck it, let’s do it! Let’s kill us one of those pieces of shit.”
“Oh yeah man. Turn around and we’ll go right back there in front of Jack in the Box, and run that scum over. That’ll go over great.”
“Not that piece of shit man, just A piece of shit.”
“Yeah, sure man. Find me another one and we’ll stomp his ass out.”
“You mean that? Would you man up and do your part for society?”
“Are you serious man? Are you calling me out right now?”
“Only because I think you’ll chicken out if it goes down.”
“Fuck you man. I’d do it. I could. I mean, let’s do it. Let’s help out our community. Let’s clean it up.”
“Serious now, you in?”
“I’m fucking in man.”
“What about you.”
“Give me another beer, and I’m in.”
A round of beers opened with a familiar “psssp”.
“All right fellows; let’s make this a night to remember.”
Taillights and a one eighty turn. Old Ford full of man-boys headed toward the river.