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I have always been amazed at how during periods of high stress or high drama my attention to detail increases to the minutiae and that I notice and remember the strangest things. And when I say remember, I also realize that when I notice those kind of things they seem to never go away…I just remember them always…good, bad or indifferent. Maybe it has something to do with having been raised by a cop.

While we were laying there on the floor I turned my head to the other side of the room to see Bennie. I noticed the tear in the knee of the jeans that Bennie was wearing and how those jeans were likely the one’s he’d worn when he’d repaired the broken toilet in the men’s room last month. I knew this because he’d complained vehemently about spilling bleach on them and had demanded that the hotel purchase him a new pair of jeans. How he spilled the bleach on himself while fixing the tank lever I’ll never know but I do remember Do-all refusing to fall for it.

I noticed that the balaclava that Bennie was wearing was black ribbed wool and that the trim around the eye and lip holes was done in a dirty yellow stringy wool…a lose stich. And I noticed that he was so excited and so high he had a white slobber film in the corner of his mouth, so much so that it was beginning to stain the balaclava white.

I noticed that the green hydro parka he was wearing had a large stain on the right lower pocket…like grease maybe…and that it was open to reveal the well worn faux sheepskin lining and I noticed just how dirty that was too. I noticed that his boots where brown leather and tie up in a sea of men wearing black pull on motorcycle boots. I even noticed that the stupid ass had not even taken the time out to change the clothes that he’d worn all evening in the bar.

And I noticed that rifle, black barrel, brown wooden stock, black trigger guard and Bennie’s twitchy finger in a pair of well worn dirty white deerskin gloves jerking back and forth towards the trigger as he waved that thing too and fro taking us all in.

I heard a scream and turned my head in time to see Frankie run screaming at Big Jack, one of our bouncers, and kick him in the face as he started to rise from the floor. Great big Jack’s head snapped back and his eyes rolled up in his head as his face started to bleed and he slumped to the floor.

I noticed Frankie showing all the signs of a man that was too high…his jaw working back and forth on it’s axis like it might snap off, his physical need to be on the very tip of his booted toes, his twitching and vibrating eyes rocking back and forth over us as he waved his gun at all of us and his voice….

I noticed that he was still wearing all the same clothes that he had been wearing in the bar too. I noticed that his ox blood colored leather car coat was probably not leather, but that old suede vest he was wearing likely was. I noticed that his pants were now tucked into his boots and that he now had hunting knives tucked into each one. I noticed that he was dead serious.

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By 1 AM and the closure of the bar I was exhausted. So were the rest of the crew…but hard as we tried we couldn’t get all those drunks out of the bar in a timely fashion so it was close to 2 AM before we got everyone out.

At one point I remember looking up from behind the bar to see two of the bouncers dragging drunk Allie offa the door jamb where he was holding on for dear life in a last ditch attempt to get him some drink…just so they could close and lock the doors

Eventually we found ourselves alone with the doors locked and most of the lights off. I poured us all drinks and then we gathered at the first table below the mezzanine to put our tired, sore feet up for a bit prior to the Herculean task of cleaning that barn so we could all go home.

Me…I wanted me 2 beers, to cash out and to head off to spark a spliff and lay in a hot tub….I was pretty sure that the cashing out was gonna take me some time because we’d just had the best night ever in the bar. I didn’t think I’d seen that many twenty dollar bills in one till before in my life….there’d been so many of them that I’d had to pull wads of them out of the bill slot and hide them in both the 2nd and 3rd drawers over the course of the evening.

Just as I got comfortable in my chair with my feet up and began to raise my first ice cold beer to my lips there was a crash from behind me and two masked men armed with rifles roared into the room from the front lobby of the hotel, pushing the pregnant night clerk ahead of them.

Both of them started screaming at us to get on the floor while waving their guns around. One of them dashed down the 4 stairs from the mezzanine turning to face us and training his gun on us waving it back and forth at shoulder level to take us all in. The 2nd walked the length of the mezzanine with the pregnant clerk in tow and when he got to the second set of stairs down to the main floor he shoved her down to land on her belly.

Two things crossed my mind at once. The first being “you can’t do that she’s pregnant” and the second being…”it’s those fucking idiots Frankie and Bennie and this is the worst fucking joke I’ve seen in a while” so again, almost at once, I started to get outta my chair to give them a well deserved piece of my mind.

I had finally had enough of those two.

Two things happened at once, Penny, the waitress sitting beside me grabbed my sleeve as I started to rise and pulled me off my feet to land on top of her on the floor as Frankie (the moron who was on our level and training his gun on me) let go a round that went into the wall where I’d been sitting.

Had I stood, I’d have been gut shot, and had I remained sitting I’d have been hit in the throat. Either way it was a lose/lose for me…cos I knew he was using a large caliber hunting rifle…something big enough to make that kind of noise and that kind of hole in the wall was something one usually used to bring down moose.