Visiting Day

My "cage" as Felix called it was pretty much that, a cage. Bars, poorly lit, and a bucket for a toilet. It wasn't my first time, nor did I expect it to be my last time, of having a sleep over in my cage, but it certainly perplexed me as to why Felix had caged me this time. I had given him a gift, and this is how he repays me? The ungrateful bastard should be buying me drinks, or at least giving me the coin to buy my own drinks. Not putting me in a cell to ponder my sins. I can ponder those just as well drunk as I can sober, in fact drunk me has a lot more to say about my sins than sober me cares to remember. There wasn't a lot to do in my cage, not a shelf of books to peruse while I waited for Felix to eventually let me loose again. I had no doubt that he would eventually let me loose, he always has before. I am more use of him out in the world bumping into shit, than I am in a cage. But, caging me on a whim lets me focus on who is the big dog in this particular kennel.

There wasn't even a tin cup or a harmonica in my cage to at least allow me to be the stereotypical prisoner with nothing but time to kill. When you are in a cage, time becomes a lot harder to kill. Felix thinks it makes you calm, Felix is a bastard who has killed a lot of time in prison himself. Maybe that makes him an expert, and my amateur opinion about the calming influence of being in stir is wrong. I have no desire to spend enough time in prison to find out that it has calming properties. Of course, the length of my stay was not exactly up to me, I couldn't call the front desk and tell them I wanted early check out. Sadly prison rarely cancels reservations. 

I was laying on the slab of wood that passes for a bed trying to kill time by not freezing to death (Felix somehow manages to lock me away only during the winter). The one blanket was doing a piss poor job of keeping the cold at bay, but Felix was a one blanket each is all you need, kind of guy. Other than plot my revenge on Felix (which I swear one day, I will have) there wasn't a lot for me to do while waiting for him to release me back into the wild. Therefore, I was quite surprised when a familiar voice came out of the gloom (other than cold, Felix also likes to keep my cage mostly dark, I know what a dime novel artifice, but I guess Felix likes dime novels, or maybe he's too cheap to pay the electric bill). 

"Well this isn't quite as palatial as your shit hole of an apartment, but other than a lack of books, it's not too far off." I sighed "fuck me, are things so desperate that Felix let you in here to remind me of my mortality?" My visitor laughed and walked closer to the bars and into the little light I was allowed to have.  "Hullo Nicklas, how are things? I queried my former drinking companion, but now to all appearances a respectable family man. Nicklas smiled slightly, "well things are a lot better for me than they appear to be for you, at least from where I am standing." I laughed "oh don't let the gloom and the cold fool you, I am quite comfy, pondering the nature of the universe, solving all of life's problems, and reinventing the wheel to pass the time." 

"Well, after my little chat with your playmate Felix, I suspect you might have more time to achieve all those goals and more." Nicklas tutted, he was a great one for tutting. "He seems to be quite put out about something you've done latterly than inconvenienced him, he doesn't seem the type to enjoy being inconvenienced." I laughed again, "oh that is just Felix being dramatic. I did him a favour, but I guess I made the mistake of making him do a little actual work for it, and he is pouting, and when Felix pouts I get to spend time here in my cage. He will get over it soon enough and let me go." Nicklas shook his head. "I don't think you understand how mad this fellow is at you. He seems the type to be able to suppress the outward appearances of rage, but it was radiating off of him when he had me in for a chat about you and your sins." 

"Why do you have to be your own worst enemy? Aren't there enough ladies out there who wish you dead, or fellows that you owe money to that would like to snap your legs like twigs?" Nicklas sighed "you really should let them take control of trying to ruin your life, if only for the sake of variety. There are a myriad of diseases out there both social and other types that could just kill you without you helping them along." It was my turn to sigh "did Felix send you in here to lecture me about the perils of living my life, or are you here to get me the fuck out of here?" He shook his head "you know as well as I do that I can't get you out of here, even if I wanted to. Which I am not sure that I do. After all, an invitation to chat with Felix about you isn't delivered with subtly." I peered into the gloom, and noticed the darkness under Nicklas' left eye. I barked a laugh, "you too huh?" He nodded "yeah me too, and unlike you when the goon squad arrived to give me my invite, I had actual people who love me there to see me invited to talk." 

I winced "yes, I suspect one of those people will be quite angry at me for that." He smiled what I considered to be a small smile of triumph "oh yes, she will want to have a little chat with you. If I were you, and I daily thank fuck that I am not, I would ask Felix to keep me in here a little while past the usual time just for your own safety." I nodded "well sadly for me, I don't think I get much say so as to when I am getting out of here, I usually don't and I doubt Felix's heart, if the bastard has one, has grown softer over the years." He grunted agreement "I am pretty sure you are correct, in fact I am for certain you are. That seems to be one reason I got the pleasure, using the term very broadly of seeing you. Felix didn't want you dying of boredom, so he gave me this to give to you. Some light reading, his words not mine, to occupy your time, and to help you understand your situation."  As he said this, he handed me over a slim book, that I took from him. "Well whatever it is, it will help pass the time."

"I think you should look at the title before you get too excited." I looked down at the book, "The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan? What the blue fuck is this? Does Felix think that I am going to find religion or something? If so he is sadly mistaken, and I suspect that 200 pages of dribble about some Pilgrim isn't going to change my mind." Nicklas shook his head "I don't think Felix expects you to find Jesus or any other god in here, I think he's making a point." I laughed "and what point is my old friend Felix making with this nonsense?" Nicklas looked genuinely sad as he said "Bunyan wrote that while he was in prison, or so your boy Felix told me. Not like I have read it either." I raised an eyebrow "prison literature" what is he playing at?" That's when Nicklas sadly told me what Felix's point was. "According to Felix, it took Bunyan twelve years to write it, twelve years that he spent in prison."

Caged

 The knock at my door came at an awkward hour, it wasn't the 2 a.m. forceful knock of Felix's goons announcing to my neighbors that I was fucked again, the type of knock that would have me hiding shit in unusual places, or flushing torn up papers down the toilet. No it was an almost polite knock, and it was at a semi-respectable hour. Thus, I was quite surprised by the punch to the nose that greeted me as I opened my door. It wasn't a haymaker, not designed to render me unconscious just the type to draw a little blood and stagger me back a couple of steps. Holding my now bleeding nose, I glanced through splayed fingers to see Felix's 'collection party' stepping inside my apartment. I titled my head back to slow the flow of blood, and said "hello boys, what's the rumpus? Why not just say hello like normal people?" Mutt or was it Jeff it was hard to tell with my eyes still watering, replied "he wants to see you, and told us we could have a little fun just not to break anything." I grunted a muffled "well that's a small blessing I suppose" just as Mutt or was it Jeff decided to have more fun by punching me in the stomach. I guess having me doubled over gasping for air made it easier for them to frog march me out of my apartment, and to the car they had waiting outside. 

It wasn't the first time that Felix's goons had performed their retrieval of me from my humble abode to go meet the 'boss' as they called him. I had, in fact, moved several times since my last retrieval, but Felix always seemed to know how to find me, the bastard. As they shoved me into the car, Mutt or was it Jeff decided to give me a settle down punch in the kidney. I felt it was uncalled for since I was quite settled down. "That was unnecessary, I'm not making a ruckus, no need to have me pissing blood tomorrow." Mutt or was it Jeff just grunted some non-committal reply. They were not the loquacious types at the best of times, and this didn't seem to be the best of times, at least for me. 

After a few minutes to sort out that I wasn't going to need a new kidney, I said "as much as I love our little meetings boys, Felix could just call and ask me to pop around for a chat without all of this dime novel drama. Another grunt from one of them, and then the other said "but that wouldn't be as much fun for us, and the boss does like us to have our fun, now shut your gob, and sit there and ponder your sins quietly." For either Mutt or Jeff, this was damn near a soliloquy that would make Hamlet proud. They were not the talkative types. Preferring to punch first, and talk never.

For once, I decided to take Mutt or Jeff's advice. I begin to ponder what it was I could have done to warrant Felix's attention. Truth be told, and at least once a day I try to tell myself the truth just for variety, I knew exactly what my "sin" was. It wasn't a surprise that Felix had extended this invitation to chat to me, it was just I would have preferred to not come to the party with blood still dripping out of my nose, and concerned I might have a broken rib, but Felix does what Felix does, and the rest of us just dance to the tune he calls. Have I mentioned he is a bastard?

The usual pleasant drive later, Mutt or Jeff hauled me out of the backseat and shoved me to the front door of the building that contained Felix's public office. Felix had other offices, ones that were not so public, those were the ones you normally where dragged into kicking and screaming. Those offices were not places you wanted to put on your to visit 'bucket' list. Since it was the public office I was entering I at least figured the punching part of the program had come to an end. After all, Felix wouldn't want an honored guest such as myself collapsing on the front steps from blood loss, that might give the impression he wasn't the refined gentleman of sophistication and taste he liked to pretend to be.

The usual march down the usual hallway leading to the usual office later, I was seated across the massive desk that Felix sat behind with a slight smirk on his face. "Hello GI, I trust the boys treated you as well as you deserved in delivering my invite to this little chat." I winced a bit just for show "you know Felix you could try to house break those goons. You know teach them a least not to punch at first sight." Felix smiled, if you could call it a smile and replied "well yes GI, but then I think that it would dampen the effect of my message that they are delivering." I shifted in my seat and winced as my rib complained, "oh by now Felix I think I have the general gist of your messages, but I guess punching me for fun and profit does give them something to do to break up the boredom of working for you."

He raised an eyebrow, "why GI working for me, as you know is as rewarding a job as exists in the entire country. I offer good wages, rewarding work, and the chance at advancement." I laughed "advancement? as long as you knife or inform on the guy in the line ahead of you for 'promotion'. Some advancement." Felix leaned back and said, "details GI, details. All that aside, I think you know why I asked you ever so politely to come in and chat with me? You are, if nothing else, a clever lad, and I would hazard a guess you knew this was coming. Probably why my associates didn't have to try very hard to find you." I laughed again even though it made my rib scream in pain, "associates? is that what you call them? I think the word you are looking for is minion, or maybe muscle. You have a lot of things Felix, but I don't think you have ever had anyone you'd call an associate. But yes I know why you brought me here, and violence aside, I guess it was necessary we chat."

Felix nodded, tented his fingers, and said "your turn then wise guy, tell me why are you here this time?" I sighed, "I am here, Felix because I invited you to Sully's with the promise you'd learn something exciting, and I had you listen to a lovely chat between me and my bitch of an ex about boxes. All of which I doubt you really understood, though I am sure your vanity was assuaged when she mentioned your name as the solution to her problem, and I am sure you were even happier to hear her talk about you shooting people. Your reputation precedes you Felix. Does it feel good to be a living version of the bogeyman?" He nodded behind his tented fingers and replied "actually yes it does, it does warm the cockles of my heart to hear that people think I have that kind of power." I barked a laugh and felt like I had broken another rib, "heart? Felix my man when or where in the actual fuck did you obtain a heart? No, no don't answer let me have my moment of joviality."

Felix paused to let me enjoy my own joke, I'll give him a small amount of credit for having a sense of timing if not one of humour, but it was a brief pause. "You're here GI to explain to me why the flying fuck I should care about the fact that you released your bitch of an ex's dirty, little secrets out in the world. Surely you have to know neither me or her believed you little 'theft' story? I nodded "of course she didn't believe it or at least not completely, but she can't be sure, and that is the point. Besides Felix, come off the cross, you've used her against me several times before you figured out it wouldn't work any more. Don't play the aggrieved party here."

"Fine GI, yes I used her as a pressure point when I needed to, but I don't think that point exists anymore, so she is of little to no use to me." I smiled slightly "oh Felix, we have much to discuss. The point of you being there to hear that little passion play is my own reason, but luckily for me, I managed to grab this before I opened the door to your welcoming committee." I pushed an envelope across Felix's massive desk, "it's the same packet I gave her, but I feel that a man of your intelligent might find a fair amount of things to interest him in there." Felix took the packet, glanced at me, opened it up and read a few lines before looking up at me. A small smirk touched the sides of his mouth and he said "you know GI she was exactly spot on when she said that you are a true son of a bitch."

I nodded, "coming from you Felix I'll take that as a compliment." I stood up to leave, "I figure that little package will give you at least two or three people you've like to 'invite' to a little chat with you at some point." Felix nodded, "I would suspect you are right about that GI, but in the mean time..." I quirked an eyebrow "in the mean time what?" Felix just smiled, pressed some button on his fancy desk, and in came Mutt and Jeff. "In the mean time GI, I think we need to put you back in your cage."

Too late, as usual I realized what Felix was on about, but by then Mutt and Jeff each had an arm of mine and were frog marching me out of Felix's office, down the familiar hallway, past the familiar foyer, down the other, darker hallway that led to the 'cage' Felix referenced. Thus the best laid plans fall to shit when you involve Felix. To his credit, Felix was not lying about "my cage" it was the exact same cell I had occupied upon several occasions. It gave me an odd amount of comfort to realize that Felix had saved a particular cell just for me............................

Boxing Day

 She slid into the seat in my booth across from me, a look of obvious distaste on her face. "I've never liked this shit hole you call your local, and I never will." She had said that plenty of times before, but she came back at least to visit, but not to stay. I gave her my winningest smile, "well, if all goes according to my brilliant plan, this might be the last time you darken Sully's doorstep, so it's a win/win for everyone." She glared at me (she was a good one for glares) "and what does that mean, you drunken reprobate?" "It means" I said with another smile, this one less winning, "that after our little chat here today. I expect I shall not have to request your presence again." She laughed, "that suits me right down to the ground, I have moved on with my life, and am tired of these  'matter of life or death' summons from you every time you get drunk and remember things you should have said to me while you were sober." She foisted another glare on me at the end of that sentence just to make sure her point had gotten across. It had, but not in the way she intended. I wouldn't need  to tell her much of anything after this conversation was over, and that also suited me. Some lessons have to be rinsed and repeated on "the hard way" to finally get through to me. It's a personal failing of mine, one of many.

"I took the liberty of ordering you the one drink you can have without getting tipsy" I said. I figure it would do you some good, and you'll forgive me for wanting to have one for old time's sake." She nodded at the drink, and at the blond girl that sat in down in front of her. "As long as it's one drink, and nothing else, fine." I nodded my thanks at the barmaid, and smiled again. "It's just one drink, but there is a small something else." She shot another glare at me, "I knew something was up when you said it was important and couldn't wait, but I had hoped it was just you being dramatic, again". I shook my head "no, my dear, you beat the drama out of me, we are here on a type of business proposition. You see, a little while ago I had an awkward conversation with a fellow that we both know. One I used to call a friend. I say used to because I am not sure that he is a friend after our difficult chat."

She snorted, "Why do I care if someone finally figured out that you are a son of a bitch, that only thinks of himself first, and everyone else after, if at all?" I sighed, "we both know that isn't exactly true it is just the way I like to present myself to the world, and to the wide world it might be true. But to the select few (and I mean few) I call my friends, it quite simply isn't true. You know that, they know that, and I know that. It's an affection, I try to be unapproachable to the weirdos that I run into on a day to day basis. Now thanks to you, the number of actual friends I possess seems to have dropped by one. To most people losing one friend is sad, but not really a big deal. I've heard that most people have a lot of friends, some claim to even have hundreds of them. Well, that's just dandy, but I am not one of those people. The number of friends I can truly lay that label on wouldn't fill up a jury box, which is a bit of irony that isn't lost upon me."

She laughed "and that is exactly one person's fault, yours, and yours alone you know this, have known this for years. So why are you bothering me with this sad sack story today?" I lost my smile. "The reason I am bothering you, as you put it, you self centered bitch, Is that you and your lies cost me a friend. Something I don't have an overabundance of, and I feel you should be able to relate, since you don't have nearly as many friends as you like to think you do, and we are going to fix that problem here today as well." She narrowed her eyes, "what do you mean?" 

I replied "let me tell you a quick little story, I know you hate my stories but this one is short, and at the moment, I give exactly zero fucks about what you hate." She raised her eyebrows, she wasn't exactly used to the peasants (me) talking to her like this, and didn't really know what to think. I never really lost my temper with her, and so this display of temper, while not exactly authentic, confused her. "This story is simple, it is about someone named Steve. Steve wasn't exactly a friend, but we knew each other and would raise a glass from time to time, and Steve liked to talk. I can't say that I liked to listen but sometimes you have nowhere else to be, and will let a fellow ramble on about his life, maybe he will say something useful. It's rare, but it does happen. Steve wasn't an honest fellow, he didn't punch a clock, or draw a salary, he was a burglar. He broke into people's houses, took what he could move by himself, and sold it for whatever he could get. He wasn't was going to retire to the south of France on the fruits of his "labours" but he got by alright."

She sighed, I raised a forestalling hand. "I know, I know. Anyway I asked Steve how he managed to make a living doing what he did, and he replied that "everybody has a box." I queried "a box? like a safe?" He nodded back "yeah yeah like a safe, but not really a safe, most people can't afford a safe, so they just get a box. You find the box, you find all the goodies you need to make a living." I nodded, "and you are good at finding these boxes?" He nodded back "yeah, it ain't that hard most nobs keep them in one of about three places. I ain't going to tell you where, but it's usually pretty easy." I said "whatever you say Steve, you're the expert." He smiled, and repeated "yeah expert, that's what I am."

"Well one day Steve the expert burglar picked the wrong house, and Steve got himself unalived, the homeowner came back early and in addition to his 'box' owned a pistol which he used to send Steve to the great beyond. Thus ends Steve's sad tale." She glared again "is there a point to this nonsense, I don't care that some cheap thug buddy of yours got himself killed stealing what wasn't his in the first place, and I am very certain you didn't cry at the funeral, if you even bothered to attend."

"Patience, my sweet, the point of Steve's sad demise is I thought about the box idea, and decided it sounded a good one. Therefore, I made myself up a box. I don't have anything physical that has any real value, I am not one to collect trinkets or heirlooms. I collect books, books not too many people want to read, but that's their problem. No, my box wasn't jewels, or deeds to a country house. My 'box' contained documents, documents that consists of other people's secrets. She grimaced as if she knew where this was headed, she was a bitch, but she wasn't a stupid one. I continued "and of course as you are aware I like to preserve things like conversations, photos, and the like. We had a lot of those, chats that is, talks about our plans with each other back when we were "in love" and shit. There also exists a lot of photos, as you are aware. All of these things, and others were safely tucked away in my box as of yesterday."

She arched an eyebrow (we could have a discussion about her eyebrows, but that would be rude) "what do you mean "were." I smiled back "well you see after the loss of population in the village of my friends, I got to thinking, and I decided that my box, or at least your compartment of it really didn't need to be quite as protected as the rest. And in an awkward turn of events it seems I was burgled, and wouldn't you know it, the thieving bastards stole my box, or at least the part with your name on it." Unlike our dear, departed Steve's victims, I keep several boxes, I feel it's safer that way. Good thing too, since all the other boxes remain safely hidden, but yours, well yours is gone." 

"GONE! what the blue fuck do you mean GONE!" she hissed a little too loudly. "You know gone as in poof! I am sure it is in good hands, and nothing bad will happen, but I thought I should let you know, just in case something tragic happens." She gave me a death stare "tragic? like what?" I shrugged "well everyone has their own definition of tragedy, but in this case I guess something like your mother, worst enemy, current paramour, or employer getting a full copy of the contents. That would, I guess, constitutes a tragedy, for you at least." 

She sputtered a bit before she got out a stream of swear words about my character (lacking), my looks (also lacking), my weight (not lacking), and most of my family members, but mainly focused on the wolf that raised me raising a true son of a bitch, before she ran out of steam. It was impressive, and bar the things about me mother, it was mostly true, which I guess helped. I held up a forestalling hand, "I do have some good news, if you'd like to hear?" She snarled "what could be the good news?" I smiled "well being the careful fellow that I am, I keep multiple copies." I slid a package across the table towards her, "as far as I can tell from my careful examination of this unfortunate theft, these are the documents, that have been pilfered from my possession. I figured you deserved to know exactly what was taken." 

She took the envelope with barely concealed hate flashing in her eyes, "and what the fuck do you plan to do about this "theft"." I shrugged "do? why nothing. what could I possibly do?" She replied "ask your fucking friend Felix to find the bastard who supposedly stole this" she raised the packet "and have him shoot the bastard, isn't that what Felix does?" I laughed "sweetheart that's not how this works. Felix doesn't shoot people because I ask him. I dare say Felix hasn't shot anyone in years." She spat "you know what I mean, he has people do it for him, but either way he's the cause." 

"Whatever Felix does, or whomever Felix has do it, he does not dance to the tune I call. He owes me no favours, nor does he care about you in the least. Unless he can somehow use you against me. Which, I might add, he has done in past till he figured out it doesn't work anymore. I know his lack of caring about you, hurts your pride, but look at the bright side, being beneath Felix's attention is a pretty sweet place to be." She stood up practically vibrating with anger, "you son of a bitch, there is no way this was a theft you did this, and you did it on purpose." I drew back in mock horror, "why sweetie that hurts, here (I pointed to my heart), and here ( I pointed to my head), why would I do such a terrible thing? I am as horrified by this unfortunate event as you are, I have feelers out to try to find the bastard or bastards that did this, and am hopeful I will have a name soon." 

"When you do, I am sure you will let me know" she said as she started towards the door. "Why, of course I will let you know the miscreant's name when/if I find it out." She spat a "thanks you bastard" and made her exit. She was a good one for exits when she put her mind to it, she knew it, I knew it, and she knew I knew it we are a knowledge pair of people. I sighed and said just loud enough to be heard, "well that went well I think, all things considered." Felix stood up from the booth behind me and replied "GI, you are, in fact a true bastard, your mother must despair." I smiled "actually Felix, the wolf that raised me is quite proud of me, who would have thunk it?"