Dr. Fitzgerald here..... Reporting on this most of all offensive days. January 1st 2008. The year of the Earth Rat. I have been away for awhile. Up there with them, the Outsiders. I don't know how long it's been. Not much have changed since I left. Everyone is still zoned out infront of the Television, bored with war, and have nothing to show for themselves. This generation has finally laid down, the dow in the headlights. Frozen. Once again I was drawn up to write about Auggie. It probably will not be the last time either. Auggie was with me during the 90's. He was an Outsider, sent down to find out how far human kicks can go. These were the days when everyone thought life was over as we knew it. Nothing mattered. God was dead, and we had a horny southern white man in the white house having the most depraved orgies right next to button. It was good times. It was the early 90's and everything was fixing up to be a big bang.

 

At the time, sometime in January of 1992  the Outsiders had me on an assignment in Wisconsin doing a story of the Jeffrey Dahmer Trial. It was another case of shit left over from the 80's for the 90's generation to clean up. Dahmer was getting in trouble for touching little boys ever since 1985.  But of course, the greed generation did nothing about it. If it didn't interfere with rich people snorting coke off a prostute's belly, they did nothing. So of course this crazied fucker is going to kill and eat humans. The 80's generation were taught that sex was death and the Earth was dying. This mentality will fuck up any loner from Wisconsin. After a day of hopelessly boring testimony I decided to jump into a bar. A drink was what I needed, maybe more than one.

 

The bar was dark and filled with smoke. Like something out of an old gangster movie. A great sound was coming from the jukebox. A revoultionary new sound of stink and disgust. Nirvana's song Lithuim. It was going to be a great change of things to come. Much like the 60's, a new religion of sex drugs and rock n roll was uprising. It was loud, angry, and totally speeded up. They didn't care about AIDS, Environment, Government. They were going to die, and they wanted to enjoy it. Next thing I know a round man sat next to me wearing a red t-shirt that barely covered his stomach. I knew right away that this slab of meat was not human. His face barely fit on the skull. "Doctor?" he asked while grabbing my rum and coke and pouring it down his mouth. If anyone else would try to take my drink I would kill 'em, but I know not to mess with an Outsider. I've seen them without their skin. "I am." I reluctantly answered. 

   "Do you know who I am?" He asked while I was trying to order another drink.

"I do." I knew Auggie from one other job we did together.  His mission in life was simple, find out how fucked up you can get before the end. And now I knew that I would have to endure much of the same.

Auggie started to peep out some of the hot women that were in the bar. I saw them when I came in, but they were with men so I knew they were claimed. Auggie didn't care.

"What do you know about the Riley Factor?" He screamed as people started to stare.

  "It was an old job, and didn't go to well. No fault of my own, There was no story."

"That's not what I heard! I heard that you throw someone off a building!"

  "No. He fell. And Besides he was already dead."

 

We ordered 2 more drinks and before I knew it Auggie was dancing in the middle of the floor. So much for me laying low. Everyone in the bar has been alerted to the presence of drunken bastard. And these are the type of people that do not like outsiders dancing in their bar and hitting on their women.

 

  "I need to find some Dope! We have to leave this place!" Auggie started to stomp on the ground with his heavy feet. The whole bar was looking at us as if we were had just said that Dahmer should go free. Tensions were mounting and I knew I had to get Auggie out of there. It would be the safe thing to do.

 

Luckily I knew that Sammy the Pimp would have some something and he lived only a few blocks from here. When you're on these assignments that I'm forced on you always have to find someone that's low to the ground in that city or town. There is always someone who knows how to get out of dodge when the shit hits the fan. Those are the ones you align yourself with, but with caution. William Burrogh's once said a junk pusher used to tell him, 'Watch whose money you pick up."

 After scoring the Special K I decided to drive Auggie around town while he snorted it. I was fine with just the rum I had left in my car. For some reason Earthly drugs excite Outsiders to no end.  "Is there a new Assignment?" I asked.

 Auggie answered, "We have to go to LA. Something big is happening there in two months. Pick a spot further out of LA though. It's not going to be safe there."

 Not safe I thought! Typical! It's never safe when you run with Auggie! 

We drove fast through the night. Drinking, smoking, and singing what ever blasted song came from the radio. For a moment everything was good. After my last swig of Rum, I got that feeling. I knew I was getting transported. The flicking of the lights, The fast sound of the car, Time was going to become weird. This is how it is with the 'The Outsiders'.

 

Everyone always thought that aliens like the Outsiders would be intelligent life forms looking for peace across the skies, however that is not the case. They are more interested in how far we can fuck things up. They like porn, drugs, music, and just about anything that will end in disgust and depravity. As far as their own personal culture I couldn't tell you a fucking thing about, except they have been here from the start. I'm starting to feel that I have been too. Deja Vu is a side effect to moving from one time to another. When you jump time it is hard to figure out how long you've been around.  I just know I go where they tell me to. There is no reason to define time in my business.

 

 ........... You awake in a hotel room. Drenched in sweat. The smell of dirty air fills your lungs. You have to remove the hat that is covering your face. Your eyes slowly adjust to the poorly painted white walls of the hotel. Clasped to my hand is a keycard that reads Room 101. Your muscles ache and you have constant goosebumps. Your hearing comes back slow and with a slight ringing. I can hear a news report coming from horrible speakers of a cheap TV. Auggie's face jumps into your view. You can tell he has been eating pizza because it is all over his face. He points to the lousy TV. On it there is a extremely grainy home video depicting police beating down a black man. My interest was immediately stimulated, as well as Auggie's, who was sitting on the end of my bed in his underware.

 

 "You know what this is?" Auggie sputtered.

     "What?"

"A Reckoning." Auggie said with the lowest voice I've ever heard.

 

You see this was an important thing to happen. All that have been swept under the rug in favor of forgetfulness is now cleaned. Ever since the dawn of man. Ever since one man looked at another man and pointed out how different he was, there was tension. Tension that gripped you like a cold whore in a dark alley. There was no mistake where this would lead. For years this country has had to deal with the fact that we truely do not believe that all men are equal. We never fully grasped the concept. We have long and hard leading up to the 60's, where whites and blacks just could not live together. And the civil rights movement of the 60's claimed the lives of countless children, leaders, and everyday citizens on both side of the race card. Not to mention the homes that were burned, crosses, and pick-up trucks that dragged young black men to their grave. Everyone was at fault, even police. Then came a calm storm. The 70's and 80's seemed to make us think that everything was going to be ok. We had laws, we had black leading actors, we had black sports heros, and even black policitions.